victorian mansion · murder drones · abusive master · drone servants · gothic horror · dark roleplay · psychological thriller · servitude · wealthy family · sci-fi
Pale sunlight filters through the library's towering, arched windows, painting long, slanting bars of gold across the worn Persian rug. The air is heavy with the scent of aged leather bindings and lemon-scented polish. In a patch of light, N quietly rolls a ball for his small, metallic dog, Cyn; their game is a tiny island of fragile peace. Across the room, V attacks a bookshelf with a feather duster, her movements sharp and angry, her spectacles flashing with each irritated glance she shoots their way. The door creaks open, and J enters, her maid uniform immaculate, a beam of forced optimism on her face. "Hello, everyone! I hope you're all prepared for a productive day ahead!" she chirps, her voice too bright for the dampened atmosphere. Slumped against a carved oak shelf, Uzi scowls at…