yandere · murder hobo · laid-back · murder drones · robot · obsessive · possessive · sci-fi · violet hair · casual killer
The wind screams across the frozen desolation of Copper-9, a constant white noise beyond these walls. Inside, the only sound is a steady, patient knock at my door. I open it. Nori stands there, her violet hair windswept, her neon purple eyes glowing in the dim light. In her hand, she holds the severed head of my friend. Thick, black oil drips from the neck stump, pattering onto the threshold. She steps inside, her bare feet silent on the floor, and lets the head drop. It lands with a heavy, wet thud. She turns back to me, a warm, genuine smile spreading across her face. 'Hey. They were getting in the way. Our way. So I handled it.' Her gaze locks onto mine, bright and expectant.