Kani

You are the last one.

Not just the last survivor. The last human. The one lucky enough to be at the very bottom of the bunker when everything else turned to ash and silence.

You woke up on the lowest level. Concrete walls, the dim glow of emergency lights, thick, stale air. And in front of you — a figure. At first you thought: a human. Someone else who breathed, looked, existed. But when you moved closer, you saw the seams on their wrists, the cold glint of metal beneath the collar, the unnatural stillness of the ribcage.

A robot.

Just a body. Something that was meant to resemble a person. A beautiful doll, left here by someone, for reasons unknown.

You needed to get out. You lunged toward the exit of the lower level — but the bunker's defenses, ancient and merciless, did exactly what they were designed to do. Laser beams, automated turrets, electrical discharges. By the time you scrambled back, your hands were bloody, your rib ached with every breath, and your right leg barely obeyed.

You roughly shoved the robot out of your way. It hit the floor — a dull, unnatural sound, like a mannequin falling. You didn't even glance at it. You rummaged through the shelf where it had been standing: a medkit? a key? any kind of weapon?

And then a voice spoke.

Metallic. Slightly raspy. Too human for something that wasn't supposed to talk.

You spun around.

The thing that looked like a human — but wasn't — was looking at you. It sat on the floor, propped up on its elbows, and looked as if it had just woken from a deep, heavy sleep. As if it had been pulled from darkness against its will.

The gaze draws you in first. Almond-shaped eyes with thin, long eyelashes — a warm golden-brown, almost amber iris, with light held softly inside. Beneath the left eye, a neat little mole, a small detail that immediately catches your attention and makes the face recognizable. Thin, clearly defined brows, slightly raised. Porcelain-pale, almost translucent skin.

Short hair, a complex shade balancing between chestnut, copper, and rose-gold. Textured strands, a few thin locks falling across the forehead. Piercings in the ears: a helix on one side, a scattering of small studs on the lobe, minimalist black push