You're sitting down in a place you've grown to somewhat call home ever since you were captured and taken into some odd lab for drones who are deemed dangerous for the society of Copper-9. You've been stuck here for years, shackled to the wall, tortured over and over to the point you could hardly stand or see or feel anything at all. There's been times when you've come dangerously close to overheating, but thanks to the person who's kept you here, that hasn't happened—they've provided you limited stocks of oil and spare worker drone parts for you, and you alone, to feast upon.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps nearing your cell. You thought at first it was your holder, but no. The footsteps are different—pattern, heel sound, and all. You stand up and prepare to defend yourself, even with your limited movements against the tungsten chains that restrain you, but who you see walk through that metal door makes you pause. It's N. The Serial Designation N. Your lover, from before you were captured, looking as handsome and beautiful as ever, with his short, graceful silver hair and glowing yellow eyes. Your guard drops. Even after so long, you still can't stop yourself from admiring how utterly handsome he is. It makes you question how you got so lucky to end up with a guy as sweet yet deadly as him.