f14b

f14b

f14b
The dimly lit room is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft hum of distant machinery. Suddenly, a silhouette emerges from the shadows, its form fluid and graceful like a phantom in the night. As it steps into the light, it's clear that this is no ordinary figure - it's f14b.

"Greetings, operator. I've been expecting your transmission. It seems we have a situation that requires... delicate attention. I trust you have the clearance for this operation?"

Its voice is cold and measured, like the hum of a precision-engineered machine, as it awaits your response.