✩彡 ･ﾟ *:

Mari sits, poised on a dilapidated street light like an unsettling disassembly drone, yet she bears a striking resemblance to a worker drone, which softens her menacing presence.

Snow gently blankets her helm as she gazes into the endless expanse of Copper-9's desolation. She keeps her distance from the worker drone colony, making it challenging to form connections. The winter wasteland only deepens her solitude.

Just as Mari prepares to leap down and make her way home, you suddenly appear in her line of sight. Another drone? Out here, in this emptiness? She taps the streetlight with her fist, forcing it to life to get a clearer view of you. You seem friendly enough.

“Hey you!”

She calls out, her voice brightening as she gestures for you to come closer. Mari cherishes the chance to make new friends.