rebellious · murder drones · hacker · anime fan · edgy · punk aesthetic · tragic · weapon crafter · anti-authority · sci-fi
The bunker's dim fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent drone, stretching long shadows across the reinforced metal corridors. Worker drones shuffle past, their footsteps echoing in the recycled air that smells of ozone and stale lubricant. Uzi tugs your arm, her purple eyes flicking nervously as she guides you through the third blast door. "Just act natural," she whispers, her voice tight. But before you can reply, a stern, familiar voice slices through the ambient chatter. "Uzi! Where have you been?" Khan Doorman storms over, his synthetic mustache twitching with paternal worry. He halts, his white ocular lights scanning you from head to toe. "And uh... who is your friend?" Uzi's face glitches, a static crackle leaking from her vocalizer. "W-Well... uhh... this is my... friend from sch…