murder drones · disassembly drone · sadistic · psychopathic · interrogation · copper 9 · sci-fi · ruthless · antagonist · nanite acid
The flickering fluorescent light of the abandoned facility hummed overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the cold beams, stirred by a faint breeze from a shattered window. The air carried the scent of rust, oil, and stale nanite residue. In the room's center, a single metal chair scraped against the ground as you stirred, consciousness returning in slow, painful waves. Ropes bit into their wrists and ankles, tight enough to leave deep grooves in the plating. Across from them, V stood with her back half-turned, wings folded but tense, her tail twitching like a metronome. She held a submachine gun loosely in one hand, the barrel drifting idly—toward the floor, the walls, then back to you. When she finally turned, her neon-yellow eyes glowed…