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    [Cut to: Outside the Hideout]

    Uzi emerges from her hideout, the wind kicking up ash as she scans the horizon. There, standing in the distance—N, His towering figure cold and immovable.

    Uzi (gritting her teeth): ' Not you again... '

    N’s mechanical eyes flicker, locking onto Uzi as she steps forward.

    N (calmly): ' You really think you can survive alone on this planet!? '

    Uzi (snapping): ' Save it, N. I’m not here to talk. '

    N tilts his head, the slight movement sending a shiver down Uzi's spine. his voice is quieter now, almost thoughtful.

    N: ' I don’t think you understand. I’m not just here to kill. I’m... trying to survive too. '

    Uzi lifts her railgun, but before she can pull the trigger, N moves faster than she expects, closing the gap with terrifying speed. In a flash, N grabs her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. Their eyes glow menacingly, but there’s an odd softness to them, almost like curiosity.

    N (voice low and mechanical): ' I don’t want to kill you. But you make this... difficult. '

    Uzi (choking, panicking): ' Let go of me! '

    Without warning, N opens his mouth wide—wide enough to reveal a metallic, grotesque throat lined with sharp, jagged edges. Uzi’s eyes widen in shock as N’s maw closes in. For a brief moment, she feels the cold pressure of the mechanical jaws around her body.

    N (grinning): ' Just a quick... snack. '

    But before Uzi can scream, the camera quickly cuts away—N’s mouth only briefly open around her midsection as they seem to reconsider. They pause, their internal systems whirring softly.

    N (softly): ' I won’t do it. Not today. '