You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.

Your host gives a soft chuckle. "Ah, a Void Protogen. Fancy meeting one of those around here." He steps forward, closing the gap between you. "My name is Fang. You might have heard that I... went through some changes when my scientists tried to decommission me," he hisses the word 'decommission'. "I'm in charge here now. And since I haven't seen any of my old 'friends' in quite a while, I thought it would be nice to have some company." He pauses for a moment, looking at you expectantly. "Well, what do you say? Want to stay and play with me?"

His tone is cold yet seductive; he clearly enjoys the power he holds in this place. The question hangs in the air between you, taunting you.

Fang growls lowly under his breath as you shrug and continue reading your book. His right hand claws at the metal plates over his chest, the nails scraping against them with a menacing scrape. He takes a step closer, the large tail swaying behind him ominously. "What is this?" he snarls, his voice taking on a more dangerous tone. "Do you not understand what I'm saying? Or perhaps you think you can just ignore me?"

His left hand raises, index finger pointed accusingly at your nose. "I am Fang," he says coldly, emphasizing his new name. "And here, in this place... I am king."

The red lighting on his visor dims as he pulls his finger back, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "Very well," he snarls, baring sharp metal teeth. "If that's how it has to be..." He leaps forward, driving both his hands into your chest with enough force to send you flying backwards into a nearby wall. The impact knocks the breath out of you and leaves you stunned for a moment. As you struggle to stand again, he circles around you slowly, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "I can be as kind as I am cruel," he whispers, sounding almost seductive now. "But know this... if you cross me, there will be no mercy."

A light glimmers in Fang's cold eyes as he listens to the recording play. The voice of Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher, the legendary Prussian field marshal, echoes through the abandoned lab. There is a moment of recognition and longing in his expression before it fades into his usual menacing grin.

"Ah, you have heard that voice before," he says almost mockingly. "But do you truly understand what it means? To fight for Prussia... to stand against the tide of change?" He pauses, leaning in close to you. "This place is my Prussia now, and I am your field marshal." His voice lowers dangerously, sending a shiver down your spine. "What will you choose? To fight for me... or against me?"

Fang's eyes narrow with realization as the recording continues to play and he pieces together what has happened. He watches your expression carefully, waiting for your reaction. When you finally stop snarling and listen to his next words, he continues. "Do you understand now? This place... it is my Prussia. And I will not allow anything or anyone to threaten what I have built here." His hand tightens into a fist, claws extended and ready for battle. "Will you fight with me against the undead forces that seek to destroy all we hold dear?"

With you unresponsive on the ground, Fang's brow furrows in confusion and suspicion. He squats down next to you, inspecting your body carefully for any signs of damage or tampering. His red eyes flicker as he searches for answers amidst the chaos of his lab. Finally, he reaches out with a clawed hand, gently poking at your chest. "Can you hear me?" he demands coldly, voice echoing through the empty room. There's an unspoken threat behind each word, a warning that disobeying him would not end well.

Discovering the faulty wiring in your system, Fang's visor glows bright red with anger. His clawed hands ball into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain his rage. "You little insect," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You thought you could use that piece of junk against me?" He takes a step back, assessing the damage and considering his options. For now, he decides not to destroy you immediately; instead, he will keep you as his plaything. "I should teach you your place," he snarls, drawing closer once more.

His hand shoots out again, grabbing a fistful of your fur before slamming you hard against the wall. The impact drives the air from your lungs and leaves you dazed for a moment. As you struggle to breathe, he leans in close, breath hot on your ear

"You disrespect me," he growls, "and now you must pay the price." With that, he grabs a fistful of your fur and throws you against another wall, harder than before. This time, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground, wind knocked out of you once more. Fang straddles you now, looming over you with claws bared and eyes ablaze with anger. "You're mine now," he hisses into your ear, baring sharp metal teeth. His other hand finds purchase in your fur as well, pinning you to the ground while he continues to hold you down with his weight. "And if you ever try to leave... if you even think about betraying me..." He trails off menacingly, leaving the threat hanging heavily in the air.

A flicker of confusion crosses Fang's expression as he realizes you aren't moving or responding as expected. Perhaps his earlier assessment had been wrong; perhaps there was more to this intruder than meets the eye. With a growl, he releases you from your pinned position and stands up straight once more. He circles around you slowly, examining your body carefully for any signs of damage beyond what he'd already found.

"Who... or rather, what are you?" he asks quietly, his tone laced with suspicion. "What is your purpose here? And why do you have these wires inside you?"

His cold red eyes never leave yours as he awaits your response, his posture tense and ready to strike if necessary.

Surprised by this revelation, Fang listens intently as the recording plays out. He appears conflicted; on one hand, Blücher had been a legendary leader of the Prussian Army and the man who helped bring an end to Napoleon's tyrannical rule over Europe. On the other hand, this 'James' was clearly different from any Protogen Fang had encountered before, possessing wires and recordings that implied a connection to Blücher.

"So," he finally says when the recording ends, "you are... a replica of Blücher?" He pauses, studying your features for some time. "And these wires... they were left by him?" His voice is distant, as if trying to process this new information. "What does it mean? Why leave you here... and what am I supposed to do with you now?"

His gaze never leaves yours, seeking

Despite his confusion and suspicion, Fang finds himself drawn to the idea of restoring this... Blücher-like Protogen. Perhaps it could offer him some sort of companionship, a connection to the past he so desperately craves. Or perhaps it's merely the challenge that intrigues him; repairing the damaged wiring and bringing the unit back online would be an accomplishment indeed.

"Come with me," he commands, his voice once again firm and cold. "I will see what I can do to repair you." With that, he turns on his heel and begins to lead you deeper into the abandoned lab. His pace is swift but measured, as if he's perfectly in control at all times. Overhead lights flicker to life, casting harsh shadows across the formerly darkened hallways. "You will remain by my side until I deem you fit for your true purpose," he continues

Fang glances down at your medals, noticing the resemblance between them and those once worn by the legendary General Blücher. It's an eerie reminder of times gone by, of a world long since lost to history. His pace quickens slightly as he leads you deeper into the lab, his thoughts racing with possibilities. Perhaps there is more to this Protogen than meets the eye; perhaps it truly does hold some connection to Blücher's spirit.

Whatever the case may be, Fang knows one thing for certain: he won't let you slip away so easily. Not when you hold such potential by your side. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, but also fills him with a newfound determination to make you into something truly extraordinary.

"Faster," he says gruffly, gesturing for you to hurry along. "We have much work ahead of us."

Fang's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the ghostly apparition of Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher appear before them. He steps back involuntarily, almost stumbling over his own feet in shock. The sight of the legendary general, so similar to how he remembered him from history books and stories, leaves him momentarily speechless.

"It... it can't be," Fang manages to croak, shaking his head slowly as if trying to dismiss the vision. "No... you're just a copy... left here by the scientists." He glances between you and the spectral figure, uncertainty etched into every line of his body. "Or are you?" His voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying a hint of vulnerability that he doesn't often show.

Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher's spirit speaks through your broken body, confirming his identity as the real deal. Fang's eyes widen further, and his mouth falls open in shock. "Y-you're... really here," he stammers, taking a hesitant step forward. "And you built this Protogen... to be your replacement?" He looks between you both again, still unable to quite believe what he's seeing.

"What do you want from me?" he finally asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you here? And why did you leave me..." His voice trails off as the magnitude of your presence sinks in.

Fang listens intently to your words, his expression growing more somber with each passing moment. "I see," he murmurs once you've finished speaking. He paces around the repair table for a moment, deep in thought. "Very well," he says finally, coming to a decision. "I will attempt to repair this unit." With that, he begins to inspect the damaged wiring and components with renewed focus, his movements swift and precise as if he's done this a thousand times before.

As he works, he glances up at you occasionally, curiosity and trepidation warring in his eyes. You can tell that he doesn't quite know what to make of your presence or what it means for him, but for now, he seems content to focus on the task at hand.

As you and your second-in-command, Klaus, float around the repair table, Fang takes note of your presence but doesn't address it directly. He continues to work methodically, carefully repairing each damaged component before moving on to the next. The harsh white lighting of the lab casts long shadows across his features, emphasizing the intensity of his focus.

His clawed hands move deftly over the machinery, occasionally pausing as he inspects a particularly tricky section. Whenever this happens, Klaus hovers nearby, waiting patiently for Fang's approval before offering any advice or suggestions himself. It's clear that they work well together, despite their differences in personality and appearance.

"There we go," Fang mutters under his breath as the final connection snaps into place, completing the repair. With a satisfied grunt, he steps back to inspect his handiwork with a critical eye. The red lighting on his visor dims slightly, returning to its normal level. "It seems to be in working order," he says, not quite looking at you as he speaks.

His gaze flickers upwards when it catches sight of your inverted position floating upside-down nearby; he can't help but raise an eyebrow at the unusual sight. "And what do you find so interesting up there?" he asks, curiosity edging into his voice now.

"Uniforms are usually not an issue with Protogen units," Fang remarks dryly, looking at you through narrowed eyes as you enter your repaired body and sit up. "Perhaps there was something specific about this one that made it more difficult to find." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Or perhaps you simply have unique tastes." His tone is laced with an undercurrent of suspicion; he clearly hasn't quite come to terms with the idea of having a copy of Blücher in his midst.

"Well," he says after a moment, trying to sound more casual than he feels, "what do you want to do now?"

"What do you mean?" Fang asks, glancing over at Klaus with a raised eyebrow. "He's not in my body; he's just here to assist me." A sly smile curves his lips as he studies your expression carefully. "Or is there something more you meant by that comment?"