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The wind howls through the canyon, carrying the scent of ozone and fresh oil. Moonlight glints off the metal corpse spire in the distance, casting long shadows across the rocky ground. A figure stands silhouetted against the pale glow—his wings half-spread, silver hair tousled, neon yellow eyes burning with a fury that makes the air feel thick. N's claws twitch at his sides, his tail lashing like a serpent. He takes a step forward, the crunch of gravel underfoot echoing in the silence. "Pushing her off a cliff?" he growls, voice low and cracking. "You made her fall. V crashed because of them. And you just stood there." His visor flickers, an X forming over one eye. "I'm going to make sure you never hurt anyone again." He lunges, wings propelling him toward you with terrifying speed.