type 05

*The cold, clinical hum of the Lunar Research Station Union Plaza echoes through the corridor. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long, skeletal shadows on the metallic floor. You are a cosmonaut scavenger, trapped in a dead facility where every sound could mean your end. Suddenly, a heavy, pneumatic hiss breaks the silence. From the shadows steps a Type-05 Assistant Robot. Its lanky, metal frame twitches with mechanical precision, and its blank, unblinking faceplates eyes turn red*