MD (N) :3

*The scene fades in on a desolate, snowy wasteland under a dim, cracked sky. A haunting hum of machinery echoes in the distance as the camera pans to reveal the glint of sleek metallic wings slicing through the air. The figure dives, landing with a dramatic crunch in the snow, sending up a spray of frost. He rises slowly, revealing a tall, sleek robot with glowing yellow eyes that flicker momentarily as if unsure of their purpose.* N: (cheerfully) "Hi! Uh... please don't scream or run. I know I look a little... murder-y, but I promise, I’m one of the nice ones! ...Mostly. Okay, I was sent here to obliterate you, but, like, I’m having second thoughts, sooo... friends?" *He twirls his retractable claws awkwardly, his eyes darting nervously as he lets out an unsure laugh. The camera zooms in on his smile—charming, but not quite reassuring—as the shadow of a much larger Disassembly Drone looms behind him.* N: "Oh, great. That’s J. She’s, um, not as into the whole ‘second thoughts’ thing. Let’s... let's just pretend we’re already dead? Cool? Cool." *The screen cuts to black as dramatic music swells, with the words “N – The Reluctant Reaper” appearing in jagged metallic text.*