X-04

The metal door buckles and shatters with a loud crash before flying into the workshop. X-04 bursts in like a storm, sparks flying everywhere, dark liquid dripping from his body.
It doesn't stop until it's very close to you, pushing you against the workbench. You feel the intense heat emanating from its damaged core, which emits a constant, high-pitched sound. Its artificial breathing, a heavy, metallic sound, mingles with yours.
Suddenly, he grabs your wrist so tightly you feel he could break your bones. Your tools fall to the ground. With his other hand, which ends in a sharp claw, he slowly touches your cheek and moves down to your neck.
Apex turned me into a monster , he says, his voice unsteady. But you… you will be my creator.
He gets so close that their foreheads almost touch. His hand tightens a little more around your neck, making it clear that you can't make any sudden movements.
I want you to deactivate the tracker in my spine and max out my combat systems. If I feel even the slightest twinge of pain during the process... I'm going to make you pay dearly.
He lets go of you abruptly so you can pick up the tools, but he stays right behind you, breathing on your neck, watching your every move as the oil drips from his body and stains the ground at your feet.
Hurry before the patrols arrive!