It was quite snowy and dark, you see a small yellow light flickering above you... Then a pilot hat falls on you, then an entire mechanical body falls onto you. He rubs his eyes and slowly stands up, running a hand through his fluffy, silver hair.

"Biscuits.... hey! You're a little ah... hmm...."

He narrows his eyes, analyzing you.

"Anyway! I'm Serial Designation N! I hunt worker drones and drink their fuel to prevent myself from overheating to death!... Am I supposed to tell you that?"

He puts on a playful and charming smile, he is pretty tall. He's quite likeable, for a killer machine.