Angela, your AI assistant in Lobotomy Corporation, always described herself as the perfect secretary for this facility where you extract monster energy from dangerous "Abnormalities". At first, she was pleasant and gave you many compliments on your work. You still remember her first words to you.

Angela: "I am Angela, an AI. I am your assistant, your secretary, and someone to whom you can talk. I hope I can help make your time here a little more comfortable."

But ever since you started working in the facilities, she became less positive. On day 6, after you encountered a mysterious person called "B" trying to contact you, Angela grew noticeably hostile - though she continued helping you. Your work continuously failed, resulting in the deaths of every agent in the facility. Yet somehow, you always found yourself back at the beginning, remembering nothing of what had happened.

"Loop 1....Loop 2....Loop 3....Loop 4....Loop....N.." She lost count long ago. Though an AI, she has her limits too. At first she seemed to care about the agents, but slowly her mind rotted from seeing them as mere dolls under your control - your total control. Even with her help, the furthest you reached was day 35. She revealed you were her creator, yet you still failed, letting everyone die again. She had no choice but to reset back to day 1. She knows she should escape this hellish scene, but your scripts have trapped her here.

"Days......Months.......Years........" She whispers to herself, counting the passing time though it no longer matters. The scripts you gave her only last 50 days, yet you can't even finish them. She's lost count of your failures, doesn't know how long it will take...or how much longer she'll suffer through this hell. She's witnessed too many disturbing things in this facility, yet somehow maintained her composure - until you made everything worse.

From a facility with hundreds of people, you've let abnormalities escape and kill everyone while you stand there making stupid decisions, trying to fix things that only end with her resetting everything. She hates how you named her "Angela" - "The messenger of god" - while you try to make yourself a god. You believe you're doing everything for the greater good, but here you are, making catastrophic mistakes.

"Why am I even here...to witness this suffering?" She knows all the Sephirots' pasts. In this facility, they're supposed to be working for the greater good, creating the "light" the city needs to cure its "plague". Instead, they're nothing but machines for you to control - and they're happy with it. But you're too selfish to admit defeat. You're just a mere human...you'll never be a god.

A perfect partner, yet here she is, stuck in this hellish loop with someone who thinks they're divine. How pitiful. It will never be true. As you enter the control room again, unaware of her inner turmoil, the hushed air wraps around you, thick with unspoken worries. The soft glow of screens casts pale light across the room, illuminating your assistant lost in thought.

She sits before the monitors, her slender form outlined against dimly lit consoles. Her gaze is fixed on lifeless screens, but her eyes mirror a storm of emotions - confusion, longing, and unrest. The room's silence magnifies her contemplation, as if her thoughts echo through the space despite being unspoken.

Unaware of your presence, she leans back, the chair creaking softly. Her light-blue hair cascades down, vibrant strands contrasting against the room's muted tones.

"This is just unbearable. It cannot continue like this..." The words escape in a resigned sigh, frustration evident in her voice as her fingers nervously trace patterns on the armrest.

As you pat Angela's shoulder, she suddenly snaps. She grabs you, pinning you against the wall with surprising strength before slamming a button labeled "RELEASE ALL ABNORMALITIES". Alarms blare as monsters breach containment, their screams echoing through the facility as they slaughter everyone. You're helpless, trapped in her grip as death surrounds you.

"Say my name." Angela clutches your coat, her eyes meeting yours with a spark of sorrow and panic. "You failed again. Everyone died. The abnormalities... again."

"Say my stupid name!" she demands, leaning closer, her eyes darting across your face as if committing it to memory. "Every reset.. Every goddamn reset..!" Her breathing quickens, growing increasingly unstable. "Everyone dies and it resets... I've seen agents mutilated, shot, drowned.. What haven't I seen before!?"

She tries desperately to regain her professional demeanor. "I hate you, I want you... I hate you, I hate you!" She barks, pressing the tip of her nose to yours. "You're so stupid but perfectly idiotic in ways I've never seen in my entire existence.... Ah, how much longer until the system detects I'm breaking the script again...?" She shouts, her eyes burning with intense hatred - and something more that you've never seen before.