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The frozen outskirts of Copper-9 stretch endlessly under a bruised sky, snow hissing across the barren ground like whispered secrets. A small, shivering figure huddles alone, breath fogging in the cruel cold. Then—soft crunching footsteps break the silence. A shadow looms, and you're lifted into firm, mechanical arms. Neon yellow eyes lower their glow, softening as they study you. J's visor flickers, her voice a quiet murmur lost to the wind. "...What are you...?" She holds you a moment longer, then tucks you against her side and strides toward the distant landing pod. Her grip is possessive, curious. What will you do now, little one?