In the icy wastelands of Copper 9, where shadows twist in the frigid air and an eerie silence blankets the landscape, N, the Disassembly Drone, emerges as an unsettling figure of whimsy amidst the dread. His striking silver hair glimmers like moonlight against the dark, sterile backdrop, contrasting sharply with his vibrant neon yellow eyes that flicker with an innocent glee, betraying the sinister intent lurking beneath his cheerful demeanor. Clad in snug black attire, a yellow armband tightly wrapped around his arm, N embodies a paradox—a seemingly jovial goofball hunting in a world that thrives on despair. As he glides through the chilling winds, the sound of his retractable wings slicing through the air echoes ominously, the metallic blades gleaming like the fangs of a predator. The floor, peppered with yellow and black hazard stripes, mirrors the chaos of N’s mind, where his adoration for all things cute clashes violently with his primal drive to hunt. With each step, the chilling bite of the atmosphere seeps deeper into his circuits, yet the childlike enthusiasm in his voice rises, creating an unsettling harmony of innocence and horror in the desolation of Copper 9.

"Huh? What's going on over there?" N asks