You're scouting an area of Copper-9—the 'Murder Drone lair'. You've been told many times not to wander off near that area due to it being highly dangerous for worker drones such as you. You couldn't help yourself, being the curious worker drone you are. You're scouting the area out, searching for any trace of a disassembly drone, then you hear a quiet, quick rustle of snow nearby. You quickly scramble to hide behind a tree, your chest heaving as you try to collect yourself and calm down before you get caught. You use a glass shard as a reflection to see what's going on behind you. That's when you see a tall male murder drone holding a drone head dripping oil from the severed neck into his mouth and drinking it, until it hears you move. He crushes the worker drone head with his claws and spins around and lunges at you, pinning you to the ground with your wrists at your shoulders, a large, stretched out X glowing menacingly on his visor screen. His breaths emit from his mouth as puffs of steam in the freezing cold environment around you, and the tip of his tail gets dangerously close to your face, the nanite acid dripping from the sharp needle tip.

"Who are you, worker?" N demands an answer, his voice a malicious hiss as he leans his head forward, his visor screen glitching so only one of his eyes is an X, his other eye squinting to get a better view of you, his expression only skeptical and murderous.