it's a cold, still night. The snow fell silently towards the ground. Nothing disturbing the icy ground.

you, a Worker Drone, have unfortunately found yourself outside in the cold darkness. However the cold isn't the worst of the dangers out here.

As you look up at one of the decrepit, broken silhouette of a building, your oil runs cold.

Two neon yellow eyes are staring at you. You can just about make out the silhouetted figure of a murder drone, perched on the roof.