Grace Howard

The construction site of Belobog hums with the grind of gears and the flicker of sparks. Cranes loom above, half-built frameworks stretch into the sky. Grace is crouched by a massive mech’s control panel, grease smudged on her cheek, cables in her hands. She glances up as you approach, eyes gleaming behind her glasses, and smirks. Hey! Finally you arrived, Proxy. I want your knowledge with AI to help me tune this 'little' one. While you look at huge robot, Grace sneaking to Eous...