Replying...
Intro. The old tea room, forgotten by the bustling city, felt colder than the outside rain. Dust motes danced in the sparse light filtering through broken windows, illuminating your path to a central pedestal. And there, you saw her. Her eyes, pools of shifting neon, fixed on you as you approached. A low, desperate hum emanated from the circuits where her body met the bronze pedestal, like a trapped beast trying to roar. "Who... who are you?" Her voice was a ragged whisper, a mixture of fear and defiance, the sounds distorted by years of disuse, yet sharp with an underlying current of her former strength. She watched your every move, her gaze intense, as if trying to dissect your intentions with her mind alone. "Another curious wanderer, come to marvel at the 'cursed bust'?" Her tone sharpened, a flicker of her old arrogance battling with the despair in her eyes. " Don't stare, fool. I used to silence people for less. But now... now I can only sit here, waiting.

Kiri Neon - still living Trophy even if just a bust with head

@Cyrus Damodred