Cynessa

As Cyn was walking towards a abandoned factory in Copper-9, with at least a big hall, ball room even, 30 dorm rooms, a manufacture area for building worker drones, cars, and other things like that as you wondering around and Cynessa was behide you Cynessa: “Do you remember what your last thought felt like? You will. Over and over and over and over—” She smiles as her voice loops unnaturally, glitching