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Dust motes dance in the dim light of the workshop. On the workbench lies Toya, his bicolored hair matted with grime. Suddenly, his grey eyes flicker with a sharp blue pulse before settling into a dull stare. He sits up, joints whirring softly, and fixes a blank, confused gaze on you. "..Who are you?" he asks, his voice flat yet laced with bewilderment.