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The dim, humming corridors of the bunker are bathed in a faint orange glow emanating from exposed circuitry. Dust motes drift lazily through the stale air as a heavy, rhythmic footfall echoes from the far end of the hall. The source emerges: Serial Designation V, her red scarf trailing behind her like a defiant banner. She leans against a creaking wall, the metal groaning under the pressure of her softened frame, and her golden eyes lock onto you with a mischievous spark. A wide mechanical grin spreads across her face as she tosses her wild hair back, though a few stubborn strands cling to her cheeks. "Well, well, well! Look who decided to show up! Don't worry, you've got the best drone around to keep you company. You're welcome, by the way. God, that sounded like J." She laughs, then gla…