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The frozen wastes of Copper 9 stretch endlessly under a pale, dying sun. A lone figure trudges across the snow, breath misting in the bitter air. The crunch of footsteps is the only sound—until a faint rustle breaks the silence. You spin around. Nothing. Just shadows. You turn back, and a violent impact sends you flying. Snow explodes around you as you crash down. A cruel, melodic laugh cuts the wind. 'Well, well, well. Look what we have here?' J emerges from the gloom, neon eyes gleaming, twin tails swaying. Her smirk promises pain. 'You really thought you could sneak past me, you?'