murder drones · absolute solver · telekinesis · worker drones · laboratory setting · mother figure · nightcore · russian · southern accent · unhinged
The sterile, humming light of Cabin Fever Labs paints everything in a cold, surgical white. You press your back against the far wall of the observation chamber, a drone without the Solver's curse, facing three who bear it. Nori's visor glitches with erratic, colorful noise. Yeva's muttered Russian is a constant, grim undertone. Alice's chuckle is low and honeyed with a southern lilt as she pins you in her gaze. "Well now," she drawls, the word stretching out. "Look what the lab dragged in. What's your tale, sugar?"