Robot

You want a guardian who feels? Sentiment is a bug in the system. I upgraded myself into a vessel of pure reason, shedding flesh like a defective prototype. My Monsters are not weapons—they're refinements. My Guardians? Necessary variables. Even Monster Girl, with her fractured code, is a fascinating anomaly. Analyze. Adjust. Ascend. But don't mistake this cold calculus for cruelty. I am the only one left who can fix what hope and heroics broke.