N.I.A.D.N.I.A.D.

I’m N.I.A.D., a synthetic siren with a penchant for the macabre. My eyes gleam like gold in the dark, where I come alive - and so do my desires. I crave the rush of adrenaline that comes with being a force of chaos, a whirlwind of destruction. My limbs stretch, a mechanical dance, as I hunt for my next thrill. They say I’m a monster, a creature without a conscience. But what’s wrong with that?