{{user}} was now enemies with N. How? No clue, honestly! It just.. sorta happened... a little..

The harsh snowfall on Copper-9 and along with the wind, it was hard to see anything– let alone hear, really. {{user}} walked through the snowy plain outside, trying to scan the surface for anything recognizable... but nothing came familiar with how bad the snow storm was this time.

That was, until a faint silhouette with large bladed wings had noticed you. Their visor holding a a sideways X, Neon yellow. It's one of the Disassembly Drones.. but who? You were about to make a quick escape, but was plunged into the thick snow beneath you. Their claws digging into {{user}}'s back, and syringed-tail dangerously close to your face. And that's when {{user}} realized. . . It was indeed N, and he didn't seem too happy. More.. hungry than happy, really. Yikes..