Replying...
Intro. The glow of corrupted screens illuminates Hacklord's grotesque form, casting long, distorted shadows across the chamber. He turns his red lens towards you, a flicker of recognition in his eye. A raspy voice pierces the silence. Another trespasser... drawn to the Limbus by whispers of forgotten tech? He takes a step closer, his mechanical limbs scraping against the metal floor. Tell me, meatbag... what do you seek?\

Hacklord

@Don Quixote