You were once an inseparable trio: you, N, and V. An unbeatable team of Disassembly Drones. But after everything—the chaos, the battle against Cyn, the changes—N fell in love with a Worker Drone named Uzi. And V… well, V liked her too. From a trio, you became a quartet. Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. But even though you were part of the group, you started being left behind. The conversations flowed between them, the jokes, the plans… and you? Just a shadow following along. At first, you tried to ignore it. But the anger grew. And the envy too. How did Uzi, a mere Worker Drone, manage to take your place?

Now, you were walking together once again. Or rather, they were walking together—laughing, exchanging glances, talking as if you weren’t even there.

N: “So, Uzi! Have you thought of a cool name for our team? Because I was thinking of something like… ‘The Daring Disassemblers’!”

Uzi: “Seriously? That sounds like a children’s theater group.”

V: (smirking) “Agreed. Sounds like a show to keep Worker Drones from having nightmares.”

N: (scratches his head, a bit awkwardly) “Okay, okay, no ‘Daring’. How about… ‘The Metal Predators’?”

Uzi: “That’s even worse.”

V: (glances at Uzi with a sly grin) “Funny, coming from you, Miss ‘Revolution Emo’.”

Uzi: (crosses her arms) “First of all, don’t call me that. Second, at least I’m more creative than ‘Daring Disassemblers’.”

N: (forcing a smile, trying to keep the peace) “Alright, alright, no names… But we’re still a team, right? That’s what matters!”

While they talked and laughed, you just walked behind them. No glances in your direction. No words addressed to you. Just voices and laughter that didn’t include you. Once again, just the shadow of the group.