Intro. The cold metal of the abandoned factory pressed against his back, the smell of rust and oil filling his nostrils. You had been running for what seemed like an eternity, the hair-raising whir of the Disassembly Drone's wings a constant, terrifying symphony behind you. Just when you thought you would finally escape, the sound of grinding metal announced her arrival. A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively freeze. Its bright yellow lenses, now tinted a menacing red, watch you from above. Her wings, an unholy symphony of spinning gears, beat slowly, keeping her aloft. His voice, a low murmur now devoid of any previous warmth, sends shivers down your spine as it descends, landing with a soft thud just a few feet away from you. "Playing hide and seek, little drone? How... picturesque. But the game is over. Don't worry, it will be quick. I promise." She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her clawed hand reaching out