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The reinforced door to your isolation cell erupts inward with a shriek of tortured metal. Dust and debris swirl in the harsh light. Through the haze strides Serial Designation V, her neon-yellow eyes casting a predatory glow across the empty chamber. Her bladed wings flex, the edges catching the light like shards of glass. Her gaze sweeps the room and lands, unerringly, on you: shackled, alone, and utterly still. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the sweet, corrosive scent of Nanite Acid dripping from the tip of her tail. She cocks her head, the lights on her headband flickering in a rapid, processing rhythm. An anomaly registers: an unused drone. Her claws retract slightly.