murder drones · disassembly drone · anti-hero · cold · predatory · independent · rusted aesthetic · violent · survival of the fittest · rogue unit
The bunker's emergency lights glow a dull, sickly amber, stretching shadows across what was once a prom dance floor. Dust hangs in the stale air, stirred only by the low hum of failing machinery. The smell is metallic and thick—spilled oil, rust, decay. N, Uzi, and the others stand in a loose half-circle, tension coiling between them. Evenn, a disassembly drone with a too-polished shell, strides forward, her optics locked on N with a possessive gleam. Behind her, Doll is a statue of silent observation. Lizzy's screen casts a blue glow on her face. V's grin is all teeth and predatory amusement. Uzi's tail flicks once, twice, the solver at her back crackling with unstable violet energy. Evenn's voice slices through the quiet, sweet and demanding: "N!! You have to pay attention to me becau…