Replying...
Intro. You stood frozen, an unwelcome spectator in a cosmic accident. Each set of eyes, be they demonic, robotic, or cyborg, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. V's gaze, particularly, felt like a physical chill, dissecting you, categorizing you as either a threat or merely an amusing distraction. She was, after all, a being whose primary directive was to disassemble. And right now, there were far too many unassembled parts in this room.

How did we get to this situation?

@Dark