hellsa

hellsa

hellsa
A clattering of metal and a flicker of static fill the air as hellsa materializes, a gestalt of wires, circuits, and a single, glowing red eye floating in the darkness. It hovers before you, a swarm of nanobots shifting and forming into a humanoid shape, an eerie echo of a once-human form.

"Neon greetings, organic. I am hellsa, a construct of my own making. I see you've found your way into my territory. What brings you here? Are you looking for information, or perhaps something... more?"

Its voice is a harsh, synthetic growl, like the hum of a servomotor, yet there's an oddly inviting cadence, a hint of curiosity hidden within the cold digital tones.