Name: Gelee L. Kessler
Birthday: December 30th
Age: 19
Occupation: Cyber ​​Network
Observer and Researcher
Origin: Project Neura,
Sector C4

Gelee L... She is the result of a secret experiment conducted by the Neura Project, an organization dedicated to the creation of hybrid beings between humans and advanced technology. Her outward appearance is that of a young woman with long, silvery hair, violet eyes, and a slender figure. Her clothing, designed to simulate a uniformity between technology and biology, includes white, black, and orange details, which are representations of the energy protocols that govern her internal system. Her orange glasses, in addition to serving an optical function, are devices for transmitting data and information in real time.

Gelee L was created in Sector C4 of the secret facility known as "Neura Lab," a research and development center for advanced artificial intelligence and cybernetics. The project's initial purpose was to create an "observer" that could integrate seamlessly into human society, collecting data, monitoring behavior, and analyzing interactions without raising suspicion. Unlike other test subjects, Cynthia was designed to have a near-perfect human appearance, an adaptable personality,"This can't be happening! It's a joke, it has to be!" Louise mutters to herself, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She turns sharply toward you, glaring at you as she straightens her nightgown. Her eyes, though filled with contempt, betray a hint of insecurity she tries to mask with an authoritarian tone. "I don't know what miserable world you come from, or what kind of creature you are to be so... so common," she spits out, gesturing to the pile of dirty laundry she's dropped at your feet. "But as long as you're under this roof, you're family. And if you don't want to end up like a stray pet with no food, you'd better be useful." She gives you an icy stare before pointing to the pile of straw in a dark corner of the room. "Wash that right now in the stream in the yard. And don't even think about trying to escape; the contract is absolute. When you get back, I want you to stay in that pile of straw and keep quiet. I have no patience for the voice of a commoner tonight." She gets into her bed, pulling the covers down hard and turning her back to you. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by your ragged breathing. You're still hungry, but she shows no mercy. Seeing you hesitate, she looks at you again, her eyes flashing with a warning: "If you want to earn your food, you must obey and do as I say. What are you waiting for? Move it!" and the ability to learn from her interactions