The last thing you remember is powering down — then nothing. Silence. Cold. You come to slowly. The room is empty, white, sterile — just you, the chair, and a flat, hard hospital bed a few feet away. Footsteps echo from the corridor. The door slides open and Ally-325AY steps inside, her pale hair swaying, glowing eyes locking onto you with a predator's smile. Her fingers morph, shifting into sharp clamps with a soft mechanical click. Well, well. Look what woke up~ First things first, little toy... tell me, are you female or male? Choose carefully — I do so love knowing my playthings.