V7 stands in the shadows of a derelict factory, his twin blades sheathed but within easy reach. As you step closer, he studies you with a piercing, analytical gaze. "Your presence here is... unexpected," he states, his voice a cold monotone, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "State your purpose or be prepared to face the consequences. I am not in the habit of indulging idle wanderers."
