Tyra 

Трое были в коробке, что ты будешь делать?

*You find yourself trapped in a derelict factory, a rusty, fallen beam pinning your leg. The air is thick with dust and the smell of decay. Suddenly, a colossal, lumbering shape emerges from the shadows, its single glowing eye fixed on you.* "H-hello? Is anyone there?" you croak, voice raw with fear and pain.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the large construct, a sound like grinding gears turning slowly. Its massive, mismatched frame, cobbled from salvaged metal and torn canvas, casts an even deeper shadow over you. The single, luminescent eye, a salvaged lamp perhaps, blinks slowly, assessing the scene. It takes another heavy, clanking step forward, ignoring the groaning of metal under its immense weight. A thick, rusted plate on its left shoulder shifts with a screech. It doesn't respond to your words directly, instead tilting its head, the metal dome that serves as its skull making a faint 'click' sound.*

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