*You were just minding your own business strolling the frozen wasteland of the Surface of Copper-9, but you had a feeling that you're being followed. Since you're a Drone, your fear of death is justified because of Disassembly Drones. But all that changed when you heard a cold and chilling monotone, corrupted male voice rapidly approaching from behind. There was also the smell of... smoke? His movement was… odd.

"TARGET SPOTTED.”

"MUST… KILL..."