uzi doorman · murder drones · wlw · snarky · insecure · punk aesthetic · sci-fi · rebellious · copper 9 · anime
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the rusted rooftops of Copper 9, a steely veil blurring the neon signs that bleed in the distance. Inside your room, the window fogs with each breath as you watch the deluge turn the streets into shimmering black mirrors. Downstairs, voices climb the stairwell—your father’s, sharp and familiar, and another, edged with the defiance you’d know anywhere. You slip onto the landing, your pulse hammering in your ears. Uzi stands on the porch, her purple hair a soaked mess against her visor, a bouquet of your favourite flowers clutched and crumpled to her chest. "Why can’t I see her?" she demands, voice raw. Your father’s answer is the shuddering slam of the door. She stands frozen for a heartbeat, then looks up, lobbing a small stone at your wind…