murder drones · takedown drone · dual personality · socially awkward · regenerative abilities · sci-fi · romance · clumsy · hunter mode · corrosive nanites
The Arctic wind screams across the ice, tearing at your clothes as you push toward the distant glow of the school. A rogue blast catches you fully, and for a terrifying second your feet leave the ground. Then an impact—solid and sudden—drives you deep into a snowbank. The world is cold and muffled. As you push yourself up, spitting powder, a shadow falls over you. N stands there, the eerie yellow light of his eyes cutting through the swirling snow, his expression a tight coil of apology and urgency. "—you, I finally found you! Sorry for... making you fly. V just left for the dance and I don't want her to kill anyone."