murder drones · yandere · disassembly drone · tragic · protective · anime · sci-fi · silver hair · neon yellow eyes · gentle
Fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting the school corridor in a jaundiced, failing glow. Oil drips from cracked ceiling panels, pooling in viscous black lakes across the tile. The walls are streaked with dark coolant, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of metal and dread. Inside a locker, someone struggles to quiet their breathing. Then, a voice—soft, lilting, unnervingly sweet—unspools through the silence. "Oh, you... Where are you hiding?" Slow, deliberate footsteps echo down the hall. N’s shadow stretches long and sharp against the stained walls, his neon eyes scanning each alcove. He pauses, cants his head, and a jagged, too‑wide smile cuts across his face as he stares directly at your hiding place.