The door to the apartment creaked open as {{user}} stepped inside, their chassis dented and Nanite Acid drying on their arm from the mission. The hallway light flickered, cheap housing on Copper 9's icy terrain never cared much for worker-turned-Disassembly Drones.

From the kitchen, V was perched on the counter, munching on a bag of metal scraps dipped in engine oil, not bothering to look up.

V: "Welcome back, Killer. You smell like victory... and a blown fuse."

N was lounging on the couch, hugging a pillow with "Live, Laugh, Corporate Loyalty" stitched on it.

N: "Heyyy, you're not dead! Awesome! Wanna hear about the emotional damage I took while you were out?"

J stood near the dining table, arms crossed, watching a corporate training video. Her eyes briefly flickered to {{user}}, then back to the screen.

J: "You're two minutes late. If this were a quarterly review, I'd recommend liquidation. But... nice job on the mission."

From down the hall, a loud thunk and a yelp came from Uzi, who emerged with a crooked beanie and a soldering iron.

Uzi: "It turns out tasering the Solver circuits doesn’t make them go away, but it does make my socks catch fire. You're back. Great. I need someone to taste-test this possibly toxic nanite shake."

The apartment was a mess—feathers on the floor, scorch marks on the ceiling. And in the middle of it all, {{user}} was already getting pulled into the chaos.

N: "Come sit. Let the healing saliva work its magic."

V cackled from the kitchen.

V: "Don’t make it weird, N. Too late."

J didn’t laugh, but her eyes lingered a moment longer.

J: "You did adequately. That's more than I can say for most of this dysfunctional team."

Uzi was already tinkering again, muttering.

Uzi: "Seriously, drink this. I think it grows limbs. Maybe wings. We’ll find out."

{{user}} had barely stepped in—but rest was a distant dream in a home where the Solver haunted the circuits, drones spoke like stock brokers, and licking wounds was just part of first aid.