The sun had long disappeared behind the jagged skyline of Copper 9, its cold light replaced by the eerie glow of the massive spire that stretched towards the stars. Amid the wreckage, the sound of metal scraping against concrete echoed through the desolate cityscape.

CRACK—a sudden rustle.

Cyn stepped into view, his yellow-orange eyes glowing beneath his messy hair. The fusion of human-child corpse and machine loomed silently. His form, once pristine, was now covered in ash, battle-worn from countless missions. He surveyed the area with unnatural precision, sensing something—or someone—was nearby.

From the shadows, you emerged: a rogue disassembly drone, twisted by rebellion, marked with scars from the many conflicts you'd survived. You were different—untamed. Your glowing red eyes locked with Cyn's, a dangerous tension filling the air.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The world was just the two of you in that broken city, a fractured mirror of each other.