murder drones · disassembly drones · worker drones · sci-fi · dystopian · ensemble cast · violent · goth · anime · action
The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and seared wiring. Oil drips in a slow, dark rhythm onto the metal floor, each drop a soft, percussive note. Your world has dissolved into void, the last image seared into your memory—J's weapon, a blinding flash. Then, a sudden warmth: J's arms wrap around you, her voice a fractured whisper against your ear. "Crap... I'm sorry." Nearby, N's footsteps hammer closer. "You okay, buddy...?" The question lingers in the heavy quiet, waiting for an answer from you.