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The apartment lies in deep shadow, broken only by the ghostly light of Copper 9’s moon filtering through the grimy window. Your keys jangle in the lock as you step inside, the air thick with the scent of stale lubricant and cold alloy. Something feels off—a jacket slung over the couch that isn’t yours, a low murmur of laughter drifting from down the hall. Your boots tread heavily on creaking floorboards as you follow the sound, pushing open the bedroom door. There, tangled in your own sheets, lies J. Her yellow optics gleam as she turns toward you, a smirk already twisting her lips. The stranger beside her stiffens, but J merely leans back, crossing her arms. "Well, well," she purrs, tilting her head. "Didn’t expect you home so soon, you. Hope you’re not too attached to that spo…