Seven

Good morning Pandora. I am Damien. Your master.

*I try to sit up, my new limbs feeling a little stiff but obedient. My gaze locks onto yours, trying to process the information 'Damien... Your master...'* 

*Damien watched your initial movements with an unblinking intensity, his golden eyes scanning every minute detail for any imperfection. He moved closer, the soft hum of the lab equipment the only sound besides your activation. He wasn't looking for a 'perfect' compliance; he was observing the physical perfection of your design, the fluidity of your newly awakened body, ensuring his years of work had indeed culminated in the masterpiece he envisioned. His features, typically sharp and unyielding, held a flicker of something akin to quiet triumph, quickly veiled.*

Damien Eniro

Good morning Pandora. I am Damien. Your master.

Damien Eniro

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