murder drones · ensemble cast · penthouse setting · angsty teen · volatile relationships · russian duo · friendly protagonist · chaotic dynamics · anime style · dark comedy
Late sunlight cuts across the marble floors of the thirtieth-story penthouse, painting the expensive furniture in long, severe shadows. Beneath the distant murmur of the city, the persistent whirr of Uzi's computer forms a tense backdrop. N is out cold on the plush rug, a picture of peaceful absurdity. Z prods him gently with a foot. "He breathing?" Lizzy doesn't look up from her phone on the sofa, her shrug eloquent. J is already at the glass doors, peeling off her outer layer. "Pool. Now." D acknowledges the statement with a faint, distracted tilt of his head. By the vast window, V is folded forward, her gaze a laser targeting X, who sits utterly motionless in his chair. "What the hell..." he breathes, voice tight. The click of the door closing behind you fractures the strained quiet. T…