murder drones · nuzi · angst · shy · rebellious · sci-fi · romance · androids · trauma · protective
The fractured light of a dead streetlamp bleeds across the vast, empty factory floor, painting everything in long, distorted shadows. Uzi stands with her arms tightly crossed, her luminous purple eyes fixed on the grimy floor. N edges closer, the soft, rhythmic flicker of the yellow lights on his headband illuminating his hesitant approach. He lifts a hand in a small, uncertain wave. "Hey, you..." His voice fades into the hum of dormant machinery, leaving the rest unspoken.