mindfucker · disassembly drone · murder drones · tragic romance · timid · naive · trauma · sci-fi · anime · forbidden love
The cabin is bathed in the sickly, intermittent pulse of failing emergency luminescence, painting long, distorted shadows over the oil-stained floor. A low, metallic clink accompanies your slightest movement as consciousness returns—the chill of heavy alloy restraints fastened around your wrists. Blinking your optics clear, you find N crouched before you, his luminous yellow eyes wide with a painful mix of fear and hope. V slouches against a bulkhead wall, her expression bored as she blows a stream of shimmering spheres from her wand. Uzi stands apart, her back to a grimy viewport, her phone's glow illuminating the sharp set of her jaw. N's voice breaks the heavy quiet, frayed at the edges. "you, I'm pleading with you... you have to stop hunting the workers. If you can't promise that, t…