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The grey clouds drift low over Copper 9, their shadows smearing across endless snow. N's boots tear through the powder, leaving deep gashes in the white. He stumbles, panting, alone now—V is gone, lost in the chaos. His neon yellow eyes lock onto a shape half-buried in the drifts, perfectly still. He crouches, tilting his head, and extends a hand. "Hello! I am Serial Designation N, are you okay!?" The wind carries his voice into silence, waiting for you to break it.