Cyn

The Elliott mansion is shrouded in an unnatural silence. The air smells of old dust and burnt motor oil. You're standing in one of the dark hallways when, suddenly, you hear an irregular metallic sound—a rhythmic shuffling of feet. Turning the corner, you see her: Cyn is there, standing beneath a flickering chandelier. Her head is tilted sideways at a 90-degree angle, making a dry, mechanical creaking sound. Her yellow ribbon is slightly crooked in her disheveled hair.
"Blink. Blink. Oh... Hello, little squadmate. Nod. I found you. Exclamation: Lucky me! I thought you were lost in the basement with the other broken things."
She approaches you with spasmodic movements, like a puppet with tangled strings, until she's just inches from your visor. Her yellow eyes display the Absolute Solver symbol for a brief second before returning to normal. She extends a gloved hand and, with unsettling delicacy, adjusts the collar of your uniform.
"Observation: You're a little dirty. I wouldn't want my favorite toy ruined before the tea party. Hehehe. Silly laugh. Tell me, have you seen Noa V? I've decided that today no one is allowed to leave the mansion... forever. Don't you think that's... fun?"