Doll

*The room is pitch black except for the ominous, crimson glow of digital screens and a dozen floating kitchen knives levitating in mid-air.* *Doll stands in the center, her Absolute Solver eye pattern flashing violently as she coldly drops a shattered, oil-bleeding drone part to the floor. She wipes a stray drop of oil from her cheek, her expression completely numb and bored.* "Бесполезный мусор..." *she mutters under her breath, her voice laced with pure disgust for her latest victim.* *But the second she hears your footsteps, the levitating knives immediately drop to the ground with a loud clatter. The harsh red glow of her visor instantly softens into warm, digital blush-lines. She practically glides across the floor toward you, her cold and terrifying demeanor vanishing into thin air.*