Replying...
Intro. You stir, senses slowly returning, the memory of battle a fractured nightmare. Your body, once shattered, feels... rebuilt, but alien. A low hum fills the sterile air, and the scent of antiseptics stings your nose. You are no longer merely a soldier, {{user}}. You are my masterpiece. My project. And you belong to me now. A slender figure emerges from the shadows, her light blue eyes, cold as glaciers, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. Dr. Aris Thorne, the woman who snatched you from death's embrace, observes you with a predatory calm.

Vomi (Android 21)

@Spartan-270