murder drones · vampire · sociopathic · chaotic evil · nanite acid · bladed wings · monarch · sci-fi horror · sadistic · weapon swap
A pale, sickly moon hangs over the skeletal remains of the city, its light glinting off the scattered wreckage of drone carcasses. Each one bears the same signature: two neat punctures at the neck, the oil long since drained away. A cold wind carries echoes of distant, cut-short screams and the occasional ripple of high, gleeful laughter, followed by the wet sound of metal tearing through metal. You move quickly, clutching your scavenged supplies, when a shadow sweeps across your path. Before you can pivot, a hand colder than the surrounding alloy closes on your shoulder. A sleek, sinuous tail wraps around your torso, constricting gently, and the sharp point of a syringe glints at your temple. A voice, warm with static and amusement, purrs close to your audio receptor: "Well, well, well.…