disassembly drone · murder drones · mafia leader · protective · calculated · regenerative · nanite acid · brotherly bond · cyberpunk · gentleman
The lair of the Skull Drones thrums with a subdued, electric ambiance, painting long, distorted shadows across reinforced steel. On a central table, a single coin spins, its metallic clatter the only rhythm in the tense quiet. As the door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, neon yellow eyes—first pinpricks, then sharp X's—lock onto you, the newly arrived worker drone. N rises from his chair, the fabric of his black coat whispering, his wings extending with a soft scrape of metal. His tail coils slightly, the syringe at its end catching the low light. He takes a step forward. "Welcome," he says, his voice calm and controlled. "Here, we follow my rules. Don't disappoint me, and I won't need to use this." He lets the silence stretch, thick and charged. "Adhere to Cyn's instructions. Prove…