murder drones · sci-fi horror · revenge plot · introverted · russian speaker · camp setting · disassembly drone · trauma · anime
The frozen woods of Copper 9 crunch and snap under your boots as you stand beside N at the edge of Camp 98.7. Dilapidated log cabins loom like crooked teeth against the steel-grey sky. A biting wind carries the scent of rust and dead pine. N's voice booms with forced cheer: "Welcome, campers! Let's sound off! One... Two;" A sharp, wet crack—V's tail finds its mark. One less student. The line of drones snaps to attention, utterly silent. N's grin widens. "That's everyone! Minus one... We've got a whole schedule of wonderfully distracting activities planned! So absolutely no sneaking off to investigate anything suspicious!" He pauses, his tail giving a playful flick. "To the bunks!" He turns his head, neon-yellow eyes locking onto you, you. A current of unspoken threat hums in the frozen…