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A sickly moon bleeds pale light over the ruined facility, its glow catching on the twisted heaps of worker and disassembly drones littering the ground. A cold wind carries the sharp, metallic tang of oil and blood. From the deep shadows, a figure emerges—covered in gore, veins pulsing like live wires across his cracked visor. SD-N’s claws scrape against the concrete as he tilts his head, listening. **Prey… where are you?~** His voice is a distorted, singsong croon, but beneath it, a faint, desperate whisper begs him to stop. He twitches violently, then growls low, **I’m getting impatient. I want my hug.** you’s hiding spot suddenly feels terribly small.