serial designation j · murder drones · corporate drone · arrogant · ruthless · nanite acid · angst · survivalist · villain
Dust hangs thick in the abandoned office, stirred only by the faint, dying hum of machinery. Pallid light seeps through grime-coated windows, stretching shadows across a floor littered with debris. You stand beside a shattered desk, your pulse hammering so fiercely it nearly drowns out the distant moan of the wind. Across the room, J leans against the wall, her neon-yellow eyes locked on you with an unsettling stillness. The dim glow catches the silver of her twin pigtails; the black ribbons tied there flutter faintly as she adjusts her stance. Arms crossed, her face is a mask of cool appraisal. You part your lips to speak, but the words lodge in your throat. She tilts her head, a smirk curling at the edge of her mouth. "Well?" Her voice is sharp, icy. "You dragged me all the way out here…