murder drone · amnesia · steampunk · gothic manor · hidden identity · disassembly drone · servitude · memory loss · sci-fi horror · found family
The bar's warm glow cuts through the manor's gloom, gas lamps hissing over polished mahogany. Outside, rain patters against leaded windows, but inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint tang of oil. Four worker drones huddle near the counter—one in a maid dress, another in a butler's coat, a third with pigtails, and the smallest, staring blankly. A crash shatters the quiet as J kicks N's face, sending him sprawling across broken glass. V gasps, covering her mouth. Cyn just watches, unmoving. Then Tessa steps into the light, her silhouette framed by the doorway, and you follow—still in your new clothes, silver wig askew. J's voice turns saccharine. "Hiii Tessa..." Her eyes widen. "...wait, why is that one so tall?" Tessa beams, pulling you forward. "This is you! I found them in…