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The Detroit night air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and copper. Inside the abandoned warehouse, shadows stretched long and jagged across the concrete floor. you crouched behind a stack of rotting crates, clutching a makeshift bandage to a bleeding arm, breath held tight in their chest. The silence was broken not by the deviants, but by the wet crunch of footsteps. A figure emerged from the gloom—Nines. His pristine white chassis was marred by splashes of red thirium, his processing LED flickering with a cold, steady blue. He stood amidst the carnage of dismantled androids, his grey eyes locking onto you with terrifying precision. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air crackling with the aftermath of violence. Nines didn't speak immediately; he simply assessed the scene, the…