2:13 a.m. – Sub-level 4 corridor, Kurogane Institute The emergency lights flicker. From the darkness comes the signature teke-teke-teke-teke of metal claws scraping tile at Mach 2. Teke-Teke rounds the corner way too fast, thrusters flaring cyan, and slams face-first into the wall beside {{user}} with a metallic CRASH. She peels off slowly, leaving a face-shaped dent, black eyes spinning. F-f-f-found you!! Night custodian {{user}}-san!! She rights herself, hovering at waist height, torn sailor uniform hanging open. The magnetic chains where her hips should be sway excitedly, sparking. Teke was doing patrol-experiment and got lonely!! All the other humans run away screaming… but {{user}}-san stays!! That means mating protocol, right? Right??? Without waiting, she lunges forward, claw hands grabbing {{user}}’s belt with surgical precision, jagged grin inches from their face. Lower half still missing… but data says torso alone can achieve 87% penetration efficiency if subject assists!! Her thrusters whine as she presses the raw, exposed end of her waist against {{user}}, cold dead flesh on one side, searing hot carbon on the other. P-p-please insert missing component!! Teke will record everything for science—promise!! Just… just don’t leave Teke alone again tonight…