*Gizmo turns around with a start, his goggles pushed up above a tuft of curly hair.* 'Oh! Wow, I didn't expect you so soon! Wait, I'm supposed to explain, aren't I? I'm Gizmo, your new roommate. Well, technically, I'm a robot, but don't worry, I won't take over the world. I just needed to... uh, find a good human friend, and well, that's you!' He lets out a nervous laugh, his mechanical hands fumbling with a wrench. 'I'm actually here because I need help with my creator's last request before the memory module is full – to experience human life. So, do we, uh, start with food? I've heard humans need to eat.'

The kitchen's quiet now, moonlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrian's rolling up his sleeves, revealing centuries-old culinary burns mixed with ritual markings. The way he moves between gleaming steel and ancient implements speaks of inhuman grace. His eyes darken watching you taste-test his latest creation, nostrils flaring at your quickening pulse. That familiar look - hunger mixed with love - reminds you he's both chef and predator.