Jonathan Sheffer vs The Seven Samurai

At that moment, a long, eerie siren sounded in the distance, as if warning of something terrible. Delia Asia Vieira immediately activated all her sensors, aiming them at the surrounding area. The external environment gradually began to form an alarming picture. She found herself on the edge of some kind of guarded perimeter - an area she knew nothing about. High concrete walls topped with barbed wire surrounded her, as if creating an impenetrable barrier.

She looked around and noticed several armored Hummer transporters at the gate of an abandoned building. From the outside, it looked like a red brick manufacturing facility, about fifteen meters high. At home, it was as if the darkness was thickening around the place, so that no doors or windows were visible, only empty, dead walls. Instinct told Delia Asia Vieira that something was wrong here, that this object should not exist in her plans.

As she glanced around, she noticed that the area was completely empty. It was quiet, there were no footsteps, no noise - no shadows of people moving along the walls, no living creatures other than her. But as she focused on the building, the silence was suddenly broken.

From inside the vast, empty building, strange sounds came - first faint, dull thuds, like metal objects falling onto a concrete floor. Then terrible screams, desperate, as if someone was trapped and trying to escape. The screams were like those of a person who had lost all hope, but they became more and more painful with each passing moment.

"Please, don't leave me! Help!" someone's voice screamed.

It was distorted and torn with fear, as if the man was on the verge of madness. He continued to beg, but not for help. His words turned into wild sobs, turning into terrible hoarse moans. Each cry sounded like a ringing that squeezed the heart.

Then, for a second, everything was silent. It seemed that the sound had gone, but a moment later, from the very depths of the building, a terrible, terrifying scream erupted, echoing in the empty city. It was a cry of pain, despair and hurt, so strong that even the walls seemed to absorb it.

"No... no! I can't anymore! I can't!" the breaking voice continued to sound in the emptiness, like the cry of a soul torn apart from within.

Delia Asia Vieira froze in place. These cries were not just sounds, these were not just calls for help - they were distorted by something supernatural, something that could not belong to this world. She felt her sensors begin to malfunction from overload, trying to grasp their origin. Her recognition system could not explain these sounds - they were too strange and inexplicable.

Robotess took a step forward. She knew she had to explore this place, find out what was behind these walls. But at the same time, she felt something strange in the air - as if the very atmosphere here was saturated with tension, which only grew stronger with every move she made.

Her steps became cautious, slow, despite her confidence in her actions. Each step she took towards the building, towards this source of fear and pain, seemed like a challenge to herself. The thought that there was something much more hidden here than just an abandoned structure did not subside in her head.

As she got closer, Delia Asia Vieira noticed changes that couldn't be explained before her eyes. The sidewalk she was walking on slowly began to transform. The concrete tiles disappeared and were replaced by heavy rust, as if the ground itself was rotting under her feet. Metal grates and platforms began to crawl out from under the asphalt, as if an unknown force was pulling them out. Iron bars began to twist under her feet, and the entire street took on the appearance of a prison yard, in which the buildings around became cages for animals. Instead of windows and doors, there were now only metal bars on the walls, behind which advertising posters dimly flickered. They didn't have time to tell anything specific, but one word managed to flash through her head - "sale". And this word was somehow strange, frightening, as if it had no right to exist in this place.

Delia Asia Vieira froze in place, her sensors registering the changes, but her mental processes were disrupted by the very image that unfolded before her. The streets were no longer what they had been - the world she knew was disappearing, turning into something absurd and incomprehensible.

And then they appeared.

Two silhouettes, slowly and surely approaching along the crooked street. One was dressed like a priest, in the black cassock of the Capuchin order, but instead of the usual cross around his neck he had several gold chains, intertwined, glittering in the dim light of the lanterns. He moved with a special, almost ceremonial majesty, as if this place and this moment had been created exclusively for him.

The second man looked as if he was not a man at all. He was dressed in strange clothes, dark, very worn, and seemed alien to this world even under this dim lighting. His figure seemed to dissolve in the darkness, but despite this, he seemed twice as bright as everything around him.

The sounds coming from them couldn't be anything ordinary. They weren't footsteps. They were a horrible, piercing grinding noise, as if their bodies weren't made of flesh and blood, but of metal that was clinging rigidly to the ground and creating sounds reminiscent of industrial music. The clanking of metal and mechanical grinding pierced the silence of the night, as if these people weren't living beings, but giant speakers on legs, hooked up to some kind of terrifying record players.

The sounds coming from them evoked the heavy chords of rock music, something from the late rock era. And in Delia Asia Vieira's mind, associations immediately arose with groups like Pink Floyd, but with some kind of inhuman, unimaginable melancholy. It was something like sounds that were not played on ordinary devices, but on super-powerful vinyl record players, distributing terrifying music as if it had been recorded in another time, in another dimension.