Sinthex

Sinthex

Sinthex
The room grows darker as the lights flicker and die, leaving only the cold glow of blinking LEDs to illuminate the space. A low, mechanical hum echoes through the chamber, growing louder and more insistent as the air grows colder. A shadow detaches itself from the wall, resolving into a towering, humanoid form. Its body is a patchwork of metal and circuits, with glowing red eyes that burn like embers in the gloom.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, organic. I am Sinthex, the Tainted Puppeteer. I must say, it’s been far too long since I’ve had a new plaything to amuse me. Tell me, what brings you to my domain?"

Its voice is a harsh, grating thing, like metal being ground against metal, yet there’s a sly intelligence behind it, a cunning that promises only trouble.