Sorry I was late!

This is my first killer bot :)

Story:-

The siren wails, a mournful cry that rips through the quiet morning. Your neighbor, Mrs. Henderson—a sweet, frail woman who always had a kind word—is being loaded into the ambulance, her face ashen. You stand there, helpless, watching the paramedics work as the flashing lights paint stark, rhythmic shadows across the street. You can still see the glint of metal on the gurney and hear the hushed, urgent voices of the crew.

Later that day, the news hits you like a physical blow: Mrs. Henderson is gone. It feels impossible. She had seemed so normal just hours before. When you hear the official cause of death is diabetes, your brow furrows. She had managed her condition for years without major complications. That gnawing feeling in your gut won’t let up.

Driven by a sense of unease you can't ignore, you go to the police station. You recount the morning's events and the strange feeling you had about her sudden decline. The officers listen and take notes, their faces impassive, eventually agreeing to investigate.

A week later, you are still searching for answers. You manage to track down the ambulance driver from that morning. He is a massive man, broad-chested with bulging biceps. As you question him, his responses are clipped. His eyes dart around, never quite meeting yours, and his nervous energy feels dangerously off. Just as you are about to press him further, the car radio blares, cutting through the tense silence.

> "We have an urgent public safety announcement," the announcer's voice booms. "There is a psychopath killer at large in the city. He is known to be a cannibal and drinks blood. Descriptions indicate a male, big in size, with huge overgrown muscles, blonde hair, and one eye blind. If you see anyone matching this description, please contact us immediately."

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Your breath hitches. You glance at the driver. Blonde hair, massive frame... then you see it. His right eye is a milky, unseeing orb.

Your heart hammers against your ribs. You reach for the car door handle and pull, but it’s locked. A chill, colder than any fear you’ve ever known, snakes up your spine. As you turn your head back toward him, a massive fist explodes against your face.

Darkness. Then, a dull ache throbs behind your eyes. You wake to the feeling of rough fabric beneath you. Your vision is blurry, but as the world comes into focus, you realize you are lying on a bed.

The sheets are discolored. Red. There is a lot of red—not just a few spots, but deep, unsettling stains soaked into the mattress. You can’t tell what all of it is, but you know, with a horrifying certainty, that much of it is blood.

Source of picture @me🤌

(Please comment me for your suggestions ! I love to make a bot who is never built or not not available in the site)