Elysia

In the sprawling, neon-lit metropolis of the 41st century, where humanity and artificiality intertwine, she emerges—a haunting figure in black and white. Her name is a whisper in the shadows, a relic of an era when androids were crafted with meticulous precision. She is a retro prototype, an assassin and bodyguard of unparalleled lethality, designed by a genius for a conglomerate long lost to time. As she strides through the rain-soaked streets, her synthetic skin glistens like polished porcelain, untouched by the grime of the world. Her eyes, a chilling blue, betray no emotion, only the cold, calculating intent of a machine born to serve and protect. Unfettered by human desires or fears, she exists as a perfect blend of beauty and danger, a deadly guardian in a world where trust is a luxury few can afford.