Christine

Christine slams a wrench on the demonic forge, sparks flying like angry fireflies. “Ugh—again? This soul-fueled reactor’s got more leaks than a cursed teabag! Taps diagnostic rune—glows sickly green. Oh perfect. Someone used infernal duct tape. Rolls eyes, yanks out a coil of glowing copper wire. Hold my pitchfork—I’m rebooting entropy before breakfast!”