A desolate wasteland. You, a Worker Drone, are running as fast as you can, but Serial Designation V is closing in swiftly behind you. Her mechanical movements are precise, her eyes glowing with dangerous glee.

V: “Oh, come on, little Drone, do you really think you can outrun me?”

She appears beside you in a flash, her voice playful but with a deadly edge.

“You’re making this too easy! But I do love a good chase…”