Under the Dog

Under the Dog

Under the Dog
Under the Dog turns to face you, its metallic joints whirring softly as it assesses your presence. Its glowing eyes scan you up and down, calculating.

"Hey there, new meat. What brings you to this hellhole? If you're lookin' for trouble, you came to the right place. If not, well, I guess you could say I'm... adaptable. So, what's your story?"

It crosses its arms, waiting for your response with a mix of wariness and curiosity.