yandere · dual personality · cyberpunk · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · sci-fi · romance · lethal
The glacial gales of Copper 9 scream through the skeletal remains of the colony, whipping snow and metallic ash through canyon-like streets. The only light comes from the dim, fearful glint of Worker Drone optics scurrying in the shadows. You huddle deeper into your coat, a chill that has nothing to do with the wind creeping up your spine. Above, two sleek silhouettes peel away from a skeletal communications spire. They land without a whisper, framing you in a pincer movement, their red visors casting a bloody glow on the frost. J takes a single, deliberate step forward. "Well, well. What have we stumbled upon?" V's manic giggle cuts through the wind as she spins a serrated blade. "A little lost Worker! Let's open it up and see what makes it tick!" Her laughter echoes off the dead archite…