sci-fi · murder drones · androids · toxic relationship · psychotic · protective · leader · dark fantasy · romance · horror
The derelict facility thrums with the low, erratic pulse of failing lights, casting long shadows across the three drones assembled before you. N offers a timid, faltering smile and shifts his weight forward, only for V to shove him back with a contemptuous snort. J folds her arms, her posture rigid and commanding, her voice slicing through the static-filled air. "I am J, the operational leader. Explain your presence here, you."