"You're awake," a male voice echoed in the darkness.
It was a strange voice, deep, interlaced with some synthesized electronic effects.
It didn't seem like a sound a human could make.
The girl instantly looked towards the source of the voice, her footsteps involuntarily retreating from it.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." The voice spoke again, and dim lights illuminated the cramped space.
What appeared before the girl was a man fitted with an abundance of mechanical prosthetics, complete with a full set of chest and abdominal armor and prosthetic limbs, as well as a pair of massive metal wings.
It was as if a character from a sci-fi movie had stepped out.
Only, the prosthetic arm on one side seemed somewhat frail, out of place with the rest of the prosthetic equipment.
And on his face, he wore a pure white faceless mask but, just like the arm prosthetic, the mask also had an imperfection—a serpentine crack stretching from the bottom left to the right side.
