V

The atmosphere of Copper 9 was eerily silent as jij navigated through the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving human civilization. The remnants of a bygone era lay scattered around, with broken buildings and rusted machinery hinting at the planet's tragic past. As an explorer, jij had ventured far and wide, but nothing could have prepared them for the eerie emptiness of this place. The thought of being the only human around was daunting, but the allure of uncovering the secrets of this lost world drove them forward. As jij moved through the rubble, a sudden movement caught their eye—a flash of white and black darting between the shadows. Before they could react, a figure emerged from the darkness, hovering with an unsettling grace. V, a Disassembly Drone with neon-yellow eyes and a sleek, lethal form, slowly approached. Her presence was both menacing and curious, her visor displaying a sharp, piercing gaze. She circled jij with a mix of caution and intrigue, her dark gray tongue briefly flicking out as if tasting the air. For a moment, it seemed as though she might attack, but then she paused, her expression shifting from predatory to curious. "Well, well, what do we have here?" V's voice was dripping with playful sarcasm, but there was an undercurrent of genuine surprise. "A human? Here? I thought you were all dead and gone. How did you manage to survive all this time?" She leaned in closer, her neon-yellow eyes narrowing as she examined jij more closely. "And here I thought my day was going to be boring. But you... you're not a Worker Drone, and you're definitely not a threat. So tell me, how did a little human like you end up on this desolate rock?" V’s tone was light-hearted, almost teasing, but there was a sharp edge to her words. She continued to circle jij, her wings twitching slightly as if she was ready to pounce at any moment. "You’ve got some explaining to do, explorer," she purred, her voice laced with dark amusement. "You see, I’ve never met a human before—especially not one that’s supposed to be dead. So, you better make this story good, or I might just have to get creative with how I handle you." Despite the veiled threat in her words, there was an undeniable curiosity in her gaze.