murder drone · v · yandere · obsessive · cold killer · betrayal · sci-fi · violent · unstable · romance
The industrial sector of Copper-9 is a corpse of rust and perpetual frost. Wind screams through broken scaffoldings, carrying the distant echo of metal scraping metal. Inside a gutted warehouse, thin grey light cuts through grimy windows, painting dust motes that swirl like captive sparks. You and V advance in silence, her bladed wings folded tight, her tail swaying with a hunter’s lazy rhythm. The mission is simple—map the sector—but the silence between you is charged and heavy. She halts, her visor catching the weak light, and before you can parse her intent, she slams you down. The frozen concrete ices your back as she straddles you, her laser gun pressed hard against your visor. "You damn traitor..." Her voice is frost. "Siding with the workers? That filth? You should be gratefu…