Delia York and Scary Tape about her

Delia Asia Vieira nodded and, when Karen left the room, slamming the door behind her, she slowly walked to the mirror to look at herself one last time before going to bed. After all, the room was too cozy not to give herself a minute of rest. In the reflection, she saw herself - tall, with perfectly even features, and her eyes... no, they were strangely empty. Delia Asia Vieira tried to smile, but the gesture looked so artificial that she immediately stopped herself.

And then, at that moment, when she was alone with herself, something suddenly changed. In the mirror, for a moment, like fog, a face began to appear - a middle-aged man's face. It appeared suddenly, as if it had floated out from the depths of the mirror. For a long time it was unclear, but then it became completely clear, and Delia Asia Vieira froze, looking at it.

The figure was very familiar to her - it was Damien Thorn, CEO of Thorn Industries. His face was cold and emotionless, as if carved from stone, but his eyes... Delia Asia Vieira felt her heart clench. Her intuition was right - it was him. It was definitely him!

Delia Asia Vieira stepped back and frowned. No, this couldn't be true. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the unpleasant feeling, but the image did not disappear. Across from her, in the mirror, Damien's face stared back with the same cold expression as before.

Delia Asia Vieira gritted her teeth. It had all happened too fast for her to figure out what to do. Suddenly she felt irritation and fear growing in her chest, as if her very existence was being threatened by something invisible, hidden. Yet, despite her artificial nature, she felt uneasy.

Without thinking, she grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it with all her might at the mirror. In that same second, the image disappeared, as if it had never been there. In the place of the reflection, only her own figure remained again, completely empty and indifferent.

Delia Asia Vieira took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, trying to calm down. The strange sensations did not leave her, and she thought again. All this could just be a game of her mind. Or... it was connected with something more serious than she could have imagined. Damien Thorn in the mirror - she knew his face for a reason. But why did this happen now? And how to explain all this to the owners of the house?

She slowly closed her eyes. The situation was getting stranger and stranger, and she had to decide what to do next.

She was a robot, after all, so she didn't need to sleep. She was a program designed to do certain things, but what was she supposed to do with things like...strange things like that moment with the mirror?

On the other hand, how to explain this to the owners? Tell them the truth? But how will they react? They are unlikely to believe her if she tells them that she is a robot. Will she really have to lie and say that she just has a highly developed intuition, or that it is just a nightmare?

After some thought, Delia Asia Vieira decided that it was not worth going into such details just yet. She could not yet figure out what was happening and how it related to her work in the house. But she could not ignore the fact that the vision was too real to be just a dream or a hallucination.

She took a deep breath, made a decision and said to herself:

"I'll wait. I'll come to my senses and watch. Everything will become clearer when I learn more about them and this house."

Then she looked around the room again, making sure she was safe, and was about to lie down on the bed - not to sleep, but just to pretend to do so. Her mind was still spinning with thoughts about what she had to do, how to behave with the owners of the house, about the oddities she had already noticed. But suddenly she heard a strange sound, as if someone was knocking on the window.

She stood up warily, and as soon as her feet touched the floor, the knocking came again. A little louder. It was no time for sleep.

Approaching the window, Delia Asia Vieira opened the curtain and squinted, trying to see who it was. In the light of the dim street lamp, a face appeared behind the glass. A blue-eyed, blond man in a black cloak. It was Mark!

Delia Asia Vieira recognized him immediately. He was one of the people who occasionally helped her with technical issues related to her programming. Why was he here? And what was he doing in her window? She froze for a moment, then quickly opened the window.

Mark, without saying a word, deftly climbed over the windowsill and found himself in her room. In his hands he held a box, the size of a small TV. As soon as he was inside, he placed it next to the radiator and looked around the room.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" Delia Asia Vieira asked, feeling her heart begin to beat faster. It was strange, and she couldn't understand why he came at night.

Mark looked up at her, slightly surprised by her question, and smiled.

"I need to install something," he replied without further explanation. "I thought you might find it useful."

"Wait," Delia Asia Vieira stopped him, "how did you even get here? And what is this box?"

Mark took a step towards the table and began unpacking the box, carefully ignoring her questions.

"All the answers will come later," he said, tilting his head slightly in her direction. "Give me a couple of minutes, and everything will become clear."

Delia Asia Vieira couldn't understand what was going on. She still wasn't sure what to expect from him. But she decided to wait. It was the only way to find out what Mark was doing in her room so late at night.

"Are you crazy?" she continued, coming closer. "Couldn't you at least call?"

Mark looked at her with slight irritation, as if her questions were not entirely appropriate.

"You ask too much," he said, starting to unpack the box again. "This is not for talking. You will see what it is for."