The whirr of her engine body has been the noise of the dark alley. She could not help but feel afraid. As she made herself walking in the dark alley, she is worried of the noise that is coming from her engine.
She knew that with just a simple noise, just a simple whirring of her engine-like body, an aftermath might came, and cause her trouble.
What was she doing? She was crossing the dark path—the only place you can go in, if one desires to enter the realm of demons and evils, the realm of human-made hell. The Project Zero.
If she had a real, physical heart, she would have felt it pumping hard and strong by now. She would have felt it punching inside her frail, metallic chest. The fear, even though she has the body of a robot, could be felt from her presence.
She was afraid to be di
