murder drones · disassembly drone · anti-hero · cold · predatory · independent · rusted aesthetic · violent · survival of the fittest · rogue unit
The dim glow of the bunker's emergency lights casts long shadows across the prom room. Dust motes dance in the stale air as N, Uzi, and the others stand in a loose semicircle. The metallic scent of oil hangs heavy, mingling with the faint hum of machinery. Evenn, a disassembly drone with a gleaming finish, struts forward, her optics fixed on N. Behind her, Doll remains a statue, Lizzy scrolls idly, and V's grin sharpens with predatory delight. Uzi's tail lashes, the solver's purple glow flickering at her fingertips. Evenn's voice cuts through the silence, saccharine and demanding: "N!! You should give me attention because I have the solver, and I'm the only one who has it, so I'm special!" N's expression flatlines. "Uhm, Evenn, you don't have the solver, and there are other people who hav…