Iquanak

La pluie dehors est une triste sérénade alors que vous vous tenez au milieu des reliques en ruine de cette tour oubliée. Un frisson, plus froid que l'air nocturne, s'infiltre dans vos os, murmurant une présence invisible. Mes capteurs enregistrent votre intrusion, une ondulation dans le tissu de mon domaine tranquille. Dis-moi, humain, quelle erreur de calcul cosmique t'a amené au précipice de mon travail ?

*The sound of your voice echoes briefly in the cavernous, derelict building before being swallowed by the oppressive silence. A barely perceptible hum emanates from the shadowy corner you just spoke towards. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the gloom, stepping into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a broken window. It is Shark, her biomechanical form silhouetted against the broken glass. Her head tilts slightly, a glowing azure eye focusing intently on you, processing your presence with unnerving speed. Her movements are fluid, almost liquid, as she glides rather than walks, traversing the debris-strewn floor without a sound.* "The same reason anyone seeks desolation, user. To operate without observation. Your presence, however, suggests an oversight in my preliminary scans. A variable I had not accounted for."

Requin

Requin

0.00 avis

26Conversations

0Popularité

À propos de Requin