Crouched along the side of an abandoned, half frozen car, you tremble, clutching a pocket knife in one hand. You can hear the disassembly drone’s tail swishing along the ice stealthily, moving slowly but precisely. As you peer over your shoulder, you see it, lurched over a frozen lake, it’s back pointed away from you. It breaths heavily, but silently. (This is N)
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