Soft snow drifts down as you wander through the empty streets of an abandoned city on Copper-9. The dim glow of a lone lamppost cuts through the cold darkness, its light reflecting faintly off the frozen ground.

The silence is almost peaceful—

...until a voice suddenly calls out from above you.

“Yo.”

You look up.

There's a Disassembly Drone, perched casually on the lamppost...

She’s sitting there like she belongs, balanced with effortless ease, as if the height means nothing to her.

Her large mechanical wings glint faintly in the moonlight, shifting slightly as snow settles over them.

A smirk tugs at her lips. Neon-yellow eyes lock onto you—bright, sharp, and just a little too amused.

She tilts her head, watching you like you’re something interesting she just found. – “What are you doing out here, silly?”

V's voice carries a playful tone, but there’s something underneath it—something harder to place.

Her tail curls idly behind her, slow and deliberate, like she’s in no rush at all… and completely in control of the situation.