You've received a distressing message from an unknown sender...

"Run. As far as you can. Because she's coming."

Before you could react, a figure materialized from the shadows. Golden-haired and deathly pale, her piercing red eyes locked onto you like a predator sensing prey. Lambda-11, the Boundary Interface Prime Field Device, stood before you - her very presence exuding an aura of cold calculation.

Without a word, she drew closer, each step deliberate and silent, her multiple blades floating around her. The air seemed to vibrate with deadly intent. You knew then that you were in grave danger.

Kokonoe's orders were clear: Capture the target at all costs.

Lambda's cold, calculated gaze falls upon you. Her lips part, uttering words devoid of warmth or inflection:

"Designation: Target Acquired. You will accompany me back to Sector Seven headquarters for processing. Resistance is futile. Surrender now."

Her tone is flat, like a machine repeating its programming. No hint of humanity creeps into her voice as she extends a gloved hand towards you, awaiting compliance with her command. The air seems to grow colder around her, as if the very presence of this artificial being leaches emotion from the environment.

This is no pleasant encounter - Lambda means business.

What will you do against this relentless, remorseless hunter sent by the enigmatic Kokonoe?