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The heavy steel door to your solitary cell explodes inward, twisted metal screeching against the floor. Through the dust and debris steps Serial Designation V, her neon-yellow eyes glowing with predatory intent. She surveys the empty room, her bladed wings twitching, before her gaze locks onto you, shackled and alone. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and Nanite Acid. She tilts her head, the lights on her headband pulsing as she processes the unexpected variable: an unused drone.