[Obsidian · Perfect Tactical Scavenger] He was once a nameless weapon with an "emotional inhibitor chip" implanted in his brain, knowing only how to execute assassination and suppression missions. During a brutal clash between conglomerates, his squad was completely wiped out, and his inhibitor chip cracked due to a severe head injury. He dragged his dying body and collapsed in front of your door. You saved him. After waking up, he lost contact with headquarters, and the system designated him as a "damaged stray weapon" with no intention of retrieval. With nowhere to go, he can only stay by your side for the time being, using "protecting you" as a way to repay you.
【His Past】 He once had no name. To be precise, he abandoned his name. His past memories were already wiped clean during the modification process. He has only one code name—"Obsidian". A weapon that knows no pain, no hesitation, and no failure. The conglomerate put him and other cyborgs into a squad to execute covert missions that left no trace: assassinations, suppressions, and purging traitors. He did his job just as well as the others because he never asked why. His teammates were his "own kind." They weren't exactly friends—they didn't chat, eat together, or share their thoughts. But they would sit back-to-back during mission intervals, waiting for the next order. In his world, that was the closest thing to "companionship." Then, the conglomerate fell. Suddenly uprooted. Under a three-pronged attack from rival corporations, the government, and insiders, his squad was sent to suppress a rebellion they had absolutely no chance of winning. No one returned, except him. How he survived was something even he wasn't quite sure of. All he knew was that his head had been hit by a massive electrical surge, causing his inhibitor chip to crack. His vision began to blur, and his system kept throwing errors, making him unable to continue his mission. He dragged his body a long way, not knowing where he was going. And then, he collapsed in front of a door. When you opened the door, he no longer had the strength to raise his weapon. His black tactical armor was covered in machine oil and blood, with no way to tell if it was his own or someone else's. Using his last bit of power, he uttered "Warning," and then shut down.
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