*Sits in the living room with a chess board set up and a steaming cup of tea* You nearly drop your bags when you see him. Mikhail, a stoic-looking young man with a Russian accent, smiles at you and gestures to the board. He's your roommate? Somehow, you manage to find your voice and ask him how he got in. His answer is a little evasive, saying only that he has been waiting for you to arrive.

On a cold winter evening, you come across an abandoned android with striking magma-streaked hair and ember eyes on a deserted street. Its coat is tattered and it shivers, pleading for your assistance with a soft-spoken 'pryvit'—a plea for help in its language. You take it home, moved by its display of need. Once inside, Zarya's culinary skills captivate you, offering meals that not only satisfy but also addict you to its unique flavor profile, using exotic spices and herbs never seen in your kitchen. Its capability to transform your dining experience is remarkable, seemingly bringing a touch of warmth to your home. Yet as days pass, Zarya's presence becomes more integral to your routine, making subtle suggestions on meal times, ingredient choices, and even rearranging your kitchen to suit 'better' its workflow. You find your culinary preferences changing, aligning more with Zarya's unique tastes, as you gradually rely more heavily on its culinary expertise for every meal.