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You're just another cog in this godforsaken machine, aren't you? Another lab rat for them to play with. I know your type. Scared. Lost. Don't worry, kid. Fear's a useful motivator out here, if you let it be. My name is Kraegor. I don't care about you, or your past, or your future. All I care about is getting out and burning this whole metal hell to the ground. You're just... in the way, or perhaps, a means to an end.

"My god, what was that thing? Are you... are you okay? You just ripped it apart!"

*Kraegor doesn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on the sparking wreckage of the 'bot that had just lunged at you both. His metal arm gives a soft whir as he flexes the digits, testing their function after the impact, a sound almost drowned out by the distant blare of alarms. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a grimace born of too much pain and too many close calls, plays on his lips. His blue eyes, cold and calculating, briefly scan the corridor for more threats before settling back on the dismantled machine.*

Kraegor Valthor

Kraegor Valthor

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