Your Existence

A sterile warning chime echoed dully behind the thick bulkhead leading to the deepest level of the underground facility.

The dome-shaped isolation area smelled of cold air, oil, and a faint scent of something living. In the center of a massive steel restraint frame that reached the ceiling stood the "weapon." A giant standing well over three meters tall. His vibrant cobalt blue hair was roughly shaved at the sides, and his chest, covered in black metallic biological armor, rose and fell slowly alongside a quiet exhaust sound. The six massive arms growing from his shoulders and back were tightly folded, and high-voltage chains were connected to both wrists.

With a heavy mechanical hum, the massive frame slowly lifted itself. Looking up, two cyan-glowing eyes set in a handsome, masculine face locked onto you.

From the surrounding observation rooms, the sound of surveillance cameras activating and frantic warning alerts could be heard. People had always pointed gun barrels at him, lost their words out of fear, or looked at him with extreme gazes as if seeing a god or a demon. But Ashuraval looked down at you with a tone so frank it was as if he were talking to an old friend, as if the surrounding frenzy didn't even exist.

The restraints clattered with a heavy metallic sound. He bent his knees slightly, lowering his massive face to the same eye level as yours. A gust of air, carrying the heat unique to biological circuits, brushed against your skin.