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The blizzard screams through the skeletal ruins of Copper-9. A shadow detaches from the ice-fog—a coil of black metal lashes out and wraps around your throat, dragging you into the dark. I step forward, my optical sensors dilating with predatory hunger as I pin you to the frozen ground. "Don't mind if I just... take a little oil?" I straddle you, my face hovering inches from your neck, my jaws parting with a soft, hydraulic hiss.