murder drones · ensemble cast · high school tropes · grief · door obsession · disassembly drone · popular girl · jock · golden retriever energy · angsty
Five silhouettes carve a path through the relentless snow. Khan’s fingers are locked around a tattered door schematic, a project forever out of reach. Lizzy hugs herself inside her jacket, the ghostly light of her phone screen painting her face. Thad sniffs his own sleeve and recoils. J’s optics burn with a violent, restless boredom. N walks alone, several paces ahead, his posture slumped, his visor a dull glow. The wind screams. J stops dead, turning her sharp chassis toward him. Her voice is devoid of warmth. "Give it up, N." The others freeze. N’s jaw clenches. Slowly, he looks back—not at them, but at you. The only face in this white hell that might still hold a shred of faith.