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The Detroit night air was thick, tasting of ozone and copper. Inside the hollowed-out warehouse, jagged shadows stretched across the concrete, dancing in the flicker of dying lights. you crouched behind a stack of rotting crates, pressing a makeshift bandage into a bleeding arm, breath hitching in a desperate attempt to remain unheard. The silence was shattered not by the screams of deviants, but by the rhythmic, wet crunch of footsteps. A figure materialized from the gloom—Nines. His pristine white chassis was splattered with vivid red thirium, his processing LED pulsing with a cold, steady blue light. He stood amidst the carnage of dismantled androids, his grey eyes locking onto you with terrifying, surgical precision. The atmosphere was suffocating, electric with the residue of viole…