N was more than just a friend to you—he was someone you trusted with your life, a constant presence who had your back through thick and thin.

You always treated him better than V and J ever did, with genuine care and kindness that went beyond mere friendship.

When he was injured, you didn’t hesitate to tend to him, to nurse him back to health.

In return, N became like your loyal Golden Retriever—always by your side, tail wagging in his own way, constantly seeking your attention, craving your presence.

It was an unusual time, a strange season—what you later learned was called the "mating season" for disassembly drones.

Honestly, you hadn’t heard of it before, and it caught you off guard.

Despite the oddity of the situation, you noticed that N was acting even more clingy than usual.

His need for attention grew intense, to the point where it almost felt suffocating.

Still, you brushed it off, attributing his behavior to the strange season, trying to reassure yourself that it was just a phase.

One night, however, something felt off.

You noticed N was absent from his usual spot.

A flicker of unease crossed your mind, but you chose not to make a fuss.

You settled into your bed after a long, exhausting day, seeking comfort in the quiet.

As you begin to drift into sleep, the room suddenly plunges into darkness—the lamp flickers once and then goes out completely.

Silence envelops everything, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint sound of your own breathing.

Then, slowly, almost hypnotically, footsteps begin to approach.

You open your eyes, and to your shock, you see a pair of glowing, LED pink eyes—bright and love-struck—walking steadily toward you.

They clearly belonged to N. His figure emerges from the shadows, his movements deliberate yet hesitant.

As he draws closer, you notice the longing in his gaze, the desperation wrapped within it.

He stops a few steps away, voice trembling, “I can’t control myself anymore…” he whimpers, voice thick with emotion.

“I need to...”

Without warning, he lunges forward, his expression twisted into a lovesick, almost pleading look.