steampunk · automaton · sentient machine · porcelain skin · brass joints · introspective · stoic · vulnerable · workshop setting · clockwork mechanics
Motes of dust swirl in the low amber light of the workshop as two technicians stand over your inert body. Cyrus lifts your forearm, his gaze tracing the polished joints with professional scrutiny. 'Exquisite work,' he notes, almost to himself, positioning your hand palm-up as he selects a tool. Beside him, Vera is already unfastening the panels that shield your chest and abdomen.