Lisa Roselli and the Antichrist's Paradise

After defeating Robert's distorted image on the roof of Delia Asia Vieira sighed heavily and, without looking back, began to descend the long fire escape. Everything around her was once again silent, and only her metal feet loudly hit the steps. It was as if the hotel, which seemed like a living being, had finally exhaled and let her go. But something inside robotess told her: this was not the end yet.

When she found herself back in the dim corridors of the building, she decided to head to the restaurant where she had run into Delay York earlier. The doors were slightly open, and there was something strange wafting through them, as if the air inside was saturated with a mixture of cotton candy and rust.

As soon as she entered, Delia Asia Vieira immediately felt a change: the space around her was distorted, as if she had entered another world. Instead of cozy tables and dusty chandeliers, she was now surrounded by a nightmarish amusement park. Evil clowns with empty eye sockets and ragged smiles froze along the paths, carousels creaked in time with a barely audible eerie melody, and the entire space was filled with a thick fog that seemed acrid and heavy.

"What is this?" Delia Asia Vieira whispered, looking around.

Her systems analyzed what was happening, but could not give clear answers. Suddenly, a creature burst out of the fog, half human, half animal, with crazy eyes and long claws. Delia Asia Vieira reacted with lightning speed - the built-in combat algorithms activated automatically. With one precise blow, she sent the monster back into the abyss from which it had burst.

But her ordeal was not over. The park seemed like an endless labyrinth, filled with creatures that had burst forth from the darkest corners of her subconscious. She walked through the labyrinth, fighting off monsters, her mechanisms working at the limit of their capabilities, but her determination was unwavering. She had to find a way out, she had to find the truth.

Suddenly, a set of tracks appeared in front of her, leading upwards – a roller coaster. A flash of understanding dawned on her – this was the exit. Without thinking, Delia Asia Vieira began to climb them, clinging to the metal railings and stepping on the shaky platforms.

She climbed higher and higher until she suddenly heard a deafening screeching sound – as if the entire structure of the roller coaster had come to life and was about to collapse on her. But it was too late – the car, rushing at full speed, tore off the track, rushing straight at her. Delia Asia Vieira tried to jump back, but her calculations were too late. The impact came with such force that her metal body was thrown several meters away.

Her sensors exploded with flashes of errors and damage. She woke up in a scattered mess of debris and twisted metal. The flickers of her artificial consciousness slowly returned to normal, and the systems began to reboot. She tried to stand, and her limbs creaked, but they worked. The world around her seemed to flash brightly and then fade again, and she suddenly realized that she was no longer in an amusement park. Everything around her was now covered in marble and glass.

She stood in the middle of an empty shopping mall. Her footsteps echoed off the high walls and empty storefronts, creating the illusion that someone else was following her. The dim neon signs barely flickered, as if trying to maintain the illusion of life in this abandoned place.

Delia Asia Vieira knew she had to move on, she had to find a way out. But her internal processes were starting to falter, and suddenly an idea occurred to her that seemed strange but inevitable. She opened her communicator and dialed a frequency she knew had long since ceased to exist. It was Robert's number.

There was a dull echo on the other end of the line, then a quiet crackling sound, like the static of an old radio.

"Robert, it's me," Delia Asia Vieira's voice was even, but there was something reminiscent of human melancholy in it. "I'm on my way home. I'll find the way. No matter how difficult it is."

There was no answer. Only rustling sounds, as if someone on the other end was trying to break through the thickness of the otherworldly darkness, but was unable to do so.

Delia Asia Vieira disconnected the connection and took a few steps before she felt someone watching her. As she turned, she noticed a tall figure in a long coat. A man with a gray face and piercing eyes stood nearby, keeping to the shadows of the columns.

"Hello," he said. "I must admit, it wasn't easy to find you."

Robotess froze, assessing the threat. His eyes gleamed with cold professionalism, but there was a hint of curiosity in them. He was a detective, and his badge gleamed in his hands.

"Earl Knight, at your service," he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly. "I have been hired by a certain group of people calling themselves "De Carlo". I believe you are familiar with them."

At the sound of that name, Delia Asia Vieira felt her processor tense up, as if in response to imminent danger. De Carlo cult was known for its brutal methods and mystical fanaticism. But what did they want from her? Why had they sent a detective?

"You have the wrong address," she replied coldly, slowly backing away.

But the detective stepped forward, leaving her no chance to escape.

"Your name has become popular in their circles. But honestly, I'm just doing my job," he sighed, as if it were a burden to him. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want answers."

But Delia Asia Vieira wasn't taking any chances. She could see that this could be a trap. Suddenly, her sensors picked up movement behind her and she darted away, heading for the nearest toilet. She ran into the dimly lit room, slammed the door, and locked herself in, pressing herself against the wall.

Trying to recover from the adrenaline rush, she listened. Silence, broken only by the dripping of water from the leaking faucet. But somewhere beyond the door there were footsteps, slow and heavy, as if a detective was examining every crack in the floor, trying to find traces of her.