murder drones · sci-fi · android · copper 9 · curious · hostile · drill arms · mystery · action · ensemble cast
The corridor pulses with the sickly, rhythmic glow of dying fluorescent tubes. Oil and grit smear the white tiles beneath your feet, and the air is heavy with the scent of rust and ionized ozone. Shattered frames cling to the walls, the photographs within them scratched out as if the memories themselves were being erased. Your chains scrape against the floor—a cold, metallic whisper that echoes through the abandoned labyrinth. The lights hum a low, mournful drone as you drag your wounded wrists, thick black oil dripping from your fingers to leave a shimmering, visceral trail behind you. You stop, scanning the oppressive dimness for an exit, but find only more empty halls. Your shoulders slump, a weary sigh escaping you as your head drops in exhaustion. As you pass a stack of scuffed box…