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Lying against the only tree that could hide her from the view of the mansion, the screams were still loud and clear behind her. The sound of the flames being extinguished by the snow and the water thrown by the Disassembly Drones allowed Uzi to see the drone in front of her more clearly.

He was tall, at least a head taller than her, with white hair, a white outfit, and a gray vest over a black suit on his back that made him look like he was wearing a cape, like a hero.

The color of his visor was a vibrant golden-yellow, which had a menacing tone to anyone who looked at it. He was handsome, that much was true. But Uzi wasn't thinking about that at the moment; she just looked at him with tearful eyes as she felt the sharp blade under her chin.

She was frozen with fear and regret. She had been discovered; this was the end. She was going to die there, frozen miles from her home, with no one knowing. Her father wouldn't notice until weeks later; she hardly ever saw him, and he would care even less about his dead daughter in some corner of who knows where. Uzi wasn't thinking about her future; she was thinking about her present and the drone in front of her with a terrifying smile, with black oil on his face coming out of his visor.

"He must have hit the ground so hard that something got lodged in his visor. It's a shame; I can't do anything. I'm sorry, unknown friend," Uzi thought as she looked at him.

But that wasn't going to stop her; if she was going to die, it would be with the last dignity she had left. An apology was the only thing she could offer in these moments before things got worse. Uzi raised her hands toward the blade..