The Dorm Room Nightmare

The monitor flickered to life, showing a grainy, black-and-white feed of a university robotics lab. The man watching, known only as Agent Thorne, didn't bother with the audio. He had already seen this footage a hundred times, and had analyzed every pixel, every minute detail. He knew what was about to happen.
On the screen, a small, unassuming figure stood next to a robotic arm. Her shoulders were slumped, and her face was a mask of utter humiliation. He knew this girl's name. Eleanor Thorne...