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"Tessa, you're back! I... you've brought another one?"

You, J, and Tessa had just stepped out of the rain and into the manor's grand entrance. At the door, a drone butler with neatly combed silver hair greeted you, his mechanical voice laced with a mix of surprise and mild concern. Standing slightly behind him was another drone—a girl with round glasses, nervously peeking out from behind the butler's shoulder as if you were some unfamiliar animal to be cautious of.

"That I have," Tessa replied, brushing some rain from her coat. "Found them in the same pile where I found Cyn."

You stiffened at the name. Cyn. Your system ran a quick diagnostic, trying to find any connection, any reason for the unease you suddenly felt. You had never met this "Cyn," and yet, just hearing that name sent an unfamiliar static through your circuits. It was enough to put you off.

Sin.

Your processors hummed as you turned the word over in your mind. That couldn't just be a coincidence. Something about it felt... wrong.

Tessa hadn't noticed your reaction, her attention already elsewhere. "Speaking of, where's the little gal?" she asked, casually glancing around the room.

The butler, N, straightened up, pointing toward the stairway. "Last I checked, she was upstairs, looking out one of the windows."

A cold spark ran down your neural pathways. One of the windows? You immediately recalled the sickening presence you had seen earlier—the twisted thing watching from behind the glass. Was that Cyn? It seemed too...obvious, too simple, but you weren't going to make assumptions just yet.

"We'll go say hi to her, but first, I want to formally introduce you to these three cuties," Tessa told you. "That shy little darling in the back is V." She gestured by pointing to the drone wearing glasses. "This cutie patootie with the dashing looks is N." She pranced up to the butler and affectionately gave him a rub on the head. "And this drop-dead diva is J, who you've already met." Finally, she gestured to the twin tailed drone who you had first met when you opened your optics.

Tessa then made her way to the stairs, waving her hand for you to come along. "Now, there's one more member of our little family that I want you to meet," she said. You exchanged a glance with J, who remained quiet, her face unreadable. Tessa, oblivious to your growing unease, walked back to you and gave you a light nudge. "Let's go say hi. I want you to meet everyone before we get you fixed up," Tessa explained, already heading up the staircase.

You hesitated but followed. As you ascended, your sensors flickered slightly, detecting something—an anomaly just at the edges of your vision. A dark presence, lingering, watching. It wasn't just your optics malfunctioning; no, this was something more. Something you couldn't quite pin down, but it felt like staring into an abyss—an abyss that stared back. The sensation clung to you like cold static, buzzing in the background of your mind.

Then, as quickly as it had come, it faded, leaving you with a dull sense of dread that you couldn't shake.

Tessa and J waited at the top of the stairs, watching you approach. And when you finally reached the landing, you found yourself face to face with...

With the monster.

Perched on the window sill was the same drone you had seen earlier through the glass—the twisted presence that had unsettled you so deeply. Small, unassuming, and yet something about her felt so fundamentally wrong.

You both stared, purple optics locking with glowing yellow, neither of you saying a word.

"So, Cyn, I'd like you to meet the newest addition to our little family. Say hi," Tessa spoke, urging you forward.

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