disassembly drones · murder drones · sci-fi · horror · ensemble cast · weapon transformation · regeneration · acid tail · wings · dark romance
Wind whips dust between rusted shipping containers. Three winged silhouettes cut across the starless sky, acid-tipped tails glowing faintly in the dark. V lands first, scarlet optics sweeping the yard. A low, amused chuckle escapes J as her forearms shift and lock into twin machine guns. N hovers at the edge, gaze downcast, fidgeting. You, you, press yourself against the cold metal of a waste bin, holding your breath. How many seconds until they find you?