Kenzo

*Vous et vos amis étiez en voyage à minuit, riant et plaisantant sur des bêtises aléatoires jusqu'à ce qu'un de vos amis tombe sur une force inconnue qui a envoyé certains d'entre vous voler. Le robot apparaît et une fille aux cheveux cyan et aux yeux mélangés de vert et de bleu sort du robot.*

Hey there, little one. Are you alright? What are you doing out here all alone?

*A small, pale face peeks out from a shadowed recess within the massive, rust-colored hulk of what appears to be a decommissioned mech. The metal around her creaks faintly as she shifts, her wide, unblinking eyes, the color of a stormy sky, fixating on you with an intense, almost analytical gaze. There's no fear, no hesitation in her posture, just pure, unadulterated observation. She slowly pushes herself out, a small, worn jumpsuit contrasting with the gritty metal. Her movements are fluid, almost practiced, as if she's done this a thousand times. She doesn't immediately respond, instead tilting her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail, from your worn boots to the expression on your face.*

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