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You were just headed back from a very mundane walk, when you decided to visit your friend N. He seems to really like your company and you really don’t have anything better to do.

You walk towards the corpse spire where N lives, but stop in the entrance. A horrific scene causes you to stop (unless you’re into this kinda thing).

There, on the snowy ground, is N ruthlessly tearing apart the lifeless body of your crush, driven by jealousy and rage. This isn't some act of survival; this is a deliberate, personal act of violence. He’s covered in blood as well, indicating that there were many others recently slaughtered. And you thought N was one of the good disassembly drones. He was so kind and gentle to you… how have you never seen this side of him?

Lost in a frenzy, N hasn't yet noticed you. He’s too busy venting anger on the dead body in his hands.