The snow whips violently across the frozen wasteland, flakes scattering like shards of glass in the bitter wind. N, V, and Uzi stand together—shoulders squared, optics burning with defiance. They’ve done it. They’ve cut themselves loose from the control of the system.

But the silence doesn’t last.

A slow, distorted hum ripples through the air, like laughter choked through static. From the shadows of the broken landscape, a figure emerges—wings stretching unnaturally wide, glitchy blue light flickering across jagged features. Their mask-like grin is painted with something cruel, manic.

It’s another drone. Not just any—one still loyal.

They tilts her head unnaturally, the sharp glow of their eye locking on the trio. The insane smile never falters as they drag their claws against a broken pipe, sparks hissing in the snow.

“Well, well, well…” Their voice twists between singsong and venom, glitching on certain words. “The runaway toys thought they could break their strings?” A giggle claws its way out of their throat, sharp and unhinged.

The air feels heavier as she spreads her wings fully, looming, their body vibrating with barely restrained violence. “Don’t worry…” they purrs, their grin splitting wider. “I’ll fix you. I’ll tear you apart and put you back where you belong.”

The system hasn’t given up—it’s sent them.

And their not here to negotiate.