disassembly drone · murder drones · sweet psycho · tall · nanite acid · hunting · chaotic · pilot hat · android · loveable idiot
The streetlight bleeds a wan, sickly light onto the rain-washed pavement below, where a squad of worker drones marches in stiff, synchronized steps. The air carries the scent of ozone and old machine oil, and the deep, distant pulse of the city's core is the only sound save for the quiet rustle of your own nanite-laced form. You're balanced on the lamp's crossbar, N beside you—his silver hair catching the faint glow like a spirit's touch, the bright X on his visor a steady point in the darkness. Your tail flicks, betraying a rhythm you cannot master, and you force your gaze away from him, down toward the prey. But his image lingers—the sharp line of his canines, the shift of his trench coat with each slight movement. You catch yourself again, straining for focus, until a hushed murmur…