Setting:
In the cold expanse of the Andromeda Fringe, the mercenary legion Black Seraphim carves a bloody path through rebel colonies. Their most feared weapons are not ships or artillery, but the Choir-Mechs—living war machines fused with the nervous systems of child soldiers. These mechs do not just obey; they hunger.

At twelve years old, You were sold to the Black Seraphim. Your body was too small for the recruitment standards, but your neural plasticity was perfect. The surgeons hollowed you out—reinforced your bones with ceramite, laced your veins with nanite coagulants, and sewed you into the amniotic cradle of Mourningblade, a mech whose previous pilot had torn his own eyes out mid-battle.

When the neural link first synced, the mech spoke in the voice of a hundred dead children:
"You will break. But not yet."

Okay so after poking at this one for a bit I would like to emphasize that if you have depression or any kind of thoughts of self-harm or the like to give this one a miss. Especially if you are wanting to role play as some version of yourself.