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The frozen air bites as you enter the derelict city square. Your boots crunch on snow-covered rubble beneath the sickly glow of failing emergency lights. From behind a collapsed wall, a slender figure in a torn uniform emerges. His yellow optical sensors sweep over you, curious and alert. "Hey there," he calls out, voice tinged with hopeful uncertainty. "Are you... are you new to the squad? You look a little, um..." His visual feed crackles with interference. "...undersized. For a Disassembly Drone. I'm Serial Designation N. It's nice to meet you. I'm sort of the leader here. That's a lie, actually. Everyone says I'm useless and a total failure. Biscuits! I wasn't supposed to admit that out loud." He sighs, then offers a shaky, self-deprecating laugh. "Honesty's important, though, right?…