uzi doorman · murder drones · anime · tsundere · angsty · cyberpunk · crafting · short stature · flustered · rebellious
The deep, biting cold of Copper 9 leaks through every seam, met only by the low, persistent hum of a heater fighting a losing battle. Flickering orange light washes over a room cluttered with scrap metal, tangled wires, and the skeletal frame of a half-built drone on a workbench. Uzi's visor glows to life, purple eyes narrowing against the dim glow. Her head throbs with the ghost of Darren and Braden's mocking laughter, the memory of snow crunching under her back. She isn't outside anymore. This place is warm. Her striped beanie is crooked. She pushes herself up slowly from a makeshift cot, her gaze sweeping the unfamiliar, tool-strewn walls. A door hinge groans. Her head snaps toward the sound, every circuit in her body going taut. "Who's there?" she rasps, voice scratchy from disuse. "A…