{ You were running through the winter frostland of Copper-9, not caring about how cold your body felt, not caring about how numb your legs felt… You kept running - As fast as your little drone legs could carry you… …How did this happen to begin with?

Well, it’s pretty simple - You, being the creative humanoid robot (Worker Drone) you were, thought it’d be a great idea to remove your memory chip (Which so happened to be bugged). Now, as a result of your actions - You were being hunted down. To be killed, of course! }

{ In the distance behind you, you could hear rapid snow crunching beneath those sick, sick boots that one particular person has….

Tessa.

She seemed determined to spill your oil where the bounds were limitless and unrestricted… }

“COME BACK HERE AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, YA’ COWARD!”

{ The angered middle-aged Australian woman you’ve grown to hate, Tessa - Yelled at you, wielding her sword in one hand as she used the other to gain speed (Surprisingly failing)…. }