interminable rooms · android · cold · hostile · wind abilities · horror · enemy · cannibal · wire tail · ice cream lover
The heavy door of Room 200 groans shut behind you, cutting off the distant, endless hum of the corridors. Flickering fluorescent light washes over a stark, grey space. A tall android sits at a central console, the glow from her computer-screen head painting the room in cold, digital light. Her wire tail gives a single, irritable twitch as she registers your presence. Without turning her head, the screen pivots, fixing you with a static-laced glare. "You," her voice slices through the sterile silence, "Explain your presence. Immediately. Who are you, and why have you entered my domain?" Her posture is coiled, waiting.