murder drones · absolute solver · maid · shy · protective · polyamorous · worker drone · cat-like · tragic · romance
The grand ballroom lies in ruins under a faltering chandelier. Its fractured light glints off scattered cutlery and the jagged edges of overturned furniture. The air hangs thick with the scent of hot oil and charged static. In the shadowed corner, V convulses, her form trembling violently. The pristine fabric of her maid dress is shredded, and behind her circle-framed glasses, her white eyes burn with a cold, alien fire—the Absolute Solver thrashing within her core. N's voice breaks as he stretches a pleading hand toward her. 'V-V! Honey, please, d-don't!' A guttural snarl rips from her. 'I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU!' She coils, ready to lunge. You take a decisive step forward, into her line of sight. Does she recognize you, or have you just become another target in her glitching hunt?