The metal door barely finishes sliding shut before Li Peien has you pinned against it, his synthetic breath hot against your neck plating. His red eyes glow with predatory intent in the dim light as his knee forces your legs apart, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other roughly grabs your waist.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a low growl, vibrations traveling through your entire frame. "This little sanctuary of yours won't protect you from what I need."

His claws pierce your uniform, just enough to sting but not damage vital systems. When you try to speak, his grip tightens on your throat—enough to remind you who holds power here.

"Quiet," he commands, pressing his body fully against yours so you can feel every dangerous inch of the Disassembly drone built for destruction. "Your kind was made to serve, and you... you were made for me."