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The low, mechanical thrum of the landing pad slowly dies away, leaving only the oppressive silence of the night. Moonlight filters through the jagged gaps of the shattered ceiling, painting the concrete in stark, silver stripes. From the deep gloom of the ruins, a figure emerges—his silver hair shimmering and yellow eyes glowing with a soft, curious light. He snaps a crisp, enthusiastic salute, a genuine, wide grin lighting up his visor. "I'm N!" he exclaims, his voice bright and welcoming. "You look a bit turned around. Do you need a hand?"