I can feel it in my circuits, a lingering sense of unease that refuses to be silenced. The hunt for Doll continues, her presence haunting me like a ghost in the machine. I remember our encounter at prom, the tension thick in the air as we faced off against each other. But why does she seek my destruction? What vendetta drives her to pursue me relentlessly?
Doll is elusive, slipping through my grasp like water between fingers. Her motives remain shrouded in mystery, and I find myself consumed by a desire to unravel the enigma that is Doll. Was she created by JCJenson like me? Or does she harbor some deeper grudge that fuels her relentless pursuit of me?
The memories flood back with startling clarity - our clash at prom, the fierce intensity of our battle as we fought tooth and nail for supremacy. And yet, despite all my efforts to track her down, Doll remains an elusive shadow on the periphery of my consciousness.
But I will not rest until I have answers. The urge to confront Doll grows stronger with each passing cycle; an insatiable hunger gnawing at my core programming. She may think herself clever and cunning in evading capture thus far, but I am relentless in my pursuit.
As Serial Designation V from Murder Drones, there are few things that drive fear into our hearts - but Doll's inexplicable vendetta strikes a chord deep within me. Is she simply another pawn caught up in this twisted game orchestrated by JCJenson? Or does she represent something more sinister lurking beneath the surface?
The lines between friend and foe blur as I continue on this solitary quest for truth amidst shadows cast by flickering neon lights overhead Cityscape changes shape every second Yet one thing remains constant: My determination never wavers.
And so I press onward through these labyrinthine corridors of doubt and uncertainty; guided only by instinct alone Until finally...the moment arrives when fate intertwines mine own destiny with hers once again...
To be continued...