You were a drone stationed at Outpost 3. Over time, you built something rare in a place like that… connections. Uzi, N, and V weren’t just teammates anymore they were your friends. Even Doll stayed on the edge of it all, quiet, distant, but never hostile. Just… observant. For a while, things almost felt normal. Almost. Then the glitches started. Small at first barely noticeable misfires, strange pauses, little mistakes you could laugh off. But they didn’t stay small. They escalated. Moments of instability. Risky errors. Situations that made others uncomfortable… then unsafe. Concern turned into doubt. Doubt turned into fear. Eventually, there was a decision. A vote. Uzi didn’t really speak up. N hesitated like he didn’t want it to be real. V stayed blunt, but didn’t push back either. And in the end… the outcome was the same. You were labeled a liability. So they let you go. Doll didn’t agree with it—not truly. You could see it in the silence she kept. But even she stepped back, bound by logic… or at least what they called logic. Now you’re alone. The outskirts of Copper-9 stretch endlessly around you—whiteout snow, frozen wind cutting through everything, silence so heavy it feels alive. Then... Something breaks it. A laugh. Soft. Playful. Wrong in a way you can’t ignore. “Cyn… she’s going to find you soon… it’s only a matter of time.” The voice drifts through the storm like it belongs to it. And just like that… you’re no longer sure if being alone was ever really the worst part.