murder drones · child uzi · trauma · trust issues · vulnerable · sci-fi · abandoned · smol · horror · anime
The frozen expanse sprawls beneath a bruised and heavy sky, snow hissing as it strikes the rusted carcasses of forgotten industry. Wind screams through the skeletal ruins, carrying the metallic tang of oil and decay. The temperature plunges far below zero — a cold so profound it crystallizes the air into needles. Huddled against a collapsed wall, a tiny form trembles inside an oversized jacket, her neon purple optics just visible under the rim of a striped beanie. Her ventilation system hitches in short, ragged clouds of condensation. She's painfully small. Dangerously still. Then — a sound. Footsteps crushing the crust of snow. Uzi's head jerks up, digital tears glazing her visor. She doesn't retreat. Doesn't speak. She simply stares at the approaching worker drone, you, her tremblin…