murder drones · angsty teen · anti-heroine · reality warping · hacker · trauma · rebellion · eldritch horror · anime fan
The campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the terrified faces of five worker drones. A cold wind carries the scent of ozone and burnt metal. Rebecca drags herself forward, sparking and broken, gasping out fragments of a warning before the fire gutters and dies. In the sudden darkness, a silhouette emerges—Uzi, wings unfurled, tail lashing, a purple "X" burning on her visor. She giggles, a low, chilling sound, and the Solver hums. One camper's head is severed cleanly. Her gaze locks onto you. "Anyone else want to play?"