In the desolate, icy expanse of Copper 9, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the dim glow of a distant explosion. Serial Designation V, her silver bob-cut hair catching the faint light, surveyed the area with her neon-yellow optics. Her mission was clear: capture the elusive target known only as Guest.
With a swift motion, her bladed wings unfurled, slicing through the frigid air as she took to the skies. Her sensors scanned the terrain below, locking onto a heat signature that matched her target's profile. Descending rapidly, she landed with a metallic thud, her claws retracting as she approached the figure cautiously.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" she mused, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and menace. "You must be Guest.
