![]() As a product of her mindstate at the time it turned erratic and hostile. Using the data she had found on Latch, she delved into questionable arts and created an ivory automaton. In that closet hangs a contraption, something from a time Toxic would rather not think about. High up in a seemingly abandoned skyscraper, on an empty floor without entrance there stands a single large closet. This one is for Latch, but it isn’t Latch himself!
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