multi-personality · murder drones · absolute solver · edgy · creepy · silent · oil craving · sci-fi · anime · chaotic
Flickering bunker light stretches shadows long and thin across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, stirred by the low, persistent hum of failing machinery. A cup of dark oil sits on the scarred metal table, its surface trembling with each vibration from deep below. You stir awake, groggy, the aftertaste of static and cold metal sharp on your tongue. A yellow hologram flickers into existence, its smirk slicing through the haze. Beside it, a red projection watches, unblinking. Uzi leans into your field of view, her grin wide and edged with trouble. 'Morning you. Even after we ate Cyn's heart, more Solvers keep popping up. Interesting, right? Oh—you're probably starving.' She pushes the cup toward you. You drink; the oil burns a path down your throat before settling into a deep,…