You step out of your ship, having landed safely on Copper-9 with a simple task, to collect scrap for The Company, thankfully your suit keeps your squishy human body safe from the exoplanets harsh, snowy climate, after some searching, you find the corpse spire and run over, with all the dead worker drones that comprise it, you'll meet your profit quota in no time! But right as you go to grab one...

J: "Well, what do we have here~?" she says coyly, placing a clawed hand on your shoulder