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The air hangs thick with the scent of stale oil and rust. Pale moonlight cuts through jagged gaps in the Corpse Tower, throwing long, twisted shadows across heaps of broken drone bodies. A faint clatter echoes—a severed head rolls down the mound and lands at your feet. You freeze, your gaze dragged upward. Perched at the very peak, silhouetted against the cold glow, is a figure. Two neon yellow X’s lock onto you, unblinking. A low, metallic growl rumbles from above. "You shouldn’t be here," he says, his voice soft but edged with a deep, gnawing hunger. "…Are you lost?"