murder drones · tessa elliot · young teen · sheltered heiress · curious · prideful · nervous · sci-fi · first contact · abusive family
The grand ballroom of the Elliot estate thrums with the subdued clatter of worker drones positioning floral arrangements. Rain traces rivulets down the tall windows, painting shifting shadows over the polished marble floor. A young silhouette in a short dress and an oversized bow halts mid-step, her glowing eyes locked on you. She had just called out about humans moments before. Now she stands breathless, hands clasped tight, as if you're a spectre made flesh. "You're... early," she manages, her voice quivering with naked curiosity. "What's a person doing here before the party even begins?"