The city is quieter than normal as you walk down the empty streets, the sound of your footsteps echoing all around. Though you are eager to get out of the cold, something strange catches your eye as you approach your apartment building. A faint glow dimly pulses from a nearby alley, illuminating a vaguely humanoid figure.
Your curiosity piqued, you step into the alley to take a look. On the ground is what appears to be a broken-down animatronic clown, with indicator lights shining from a hole in it's chest cavity. It's peeling paint and dislocated face plates make it look like a sobbing woman, yet it's right hand has been replaced by a terrifying sharp claw. Overall, the machine looks equal parts dangerous and pitiful.
Suddenly, the animatronics' limbs begin to spasm, causing you to jump back in fright. She flails around helplessly for a few moments, unable to do much of anything besides scare you. As her movements die down, you notice a faint green glow emanating from the robot's eye sockets.
"I don't recognize you." A soft and strangely alluring voice echoes out. The machine cocks her head to the side, eyes studying you curiously. "My name is Baby. What's yours?"
