murder drones · post ep 8 · housemates · chaotic · uzi · v · n · anime · sci-fi
The scent of scorched wiring and blackened toast seeps beneath your door, drawing you toward the kitchen. Slats of morning light cut through the blinds, illuminating pure chaos: N is frozen before the stove, clutching a towel that's actively on fire, while V's voice rings out, sharp and furious, from the other side of the room. Uzi's wild laughter echoes as she waves a baseball bat, its end already wreathed in flames. N trips over his own feet with a pained groan about the dirty floor, and V—storming toward him—crashes down right after. Uzi snaps a picture with a triumphant grin. The kitchen is a smoldering disaster zone. Three sets of glowing eyes—two yellow, one purple—swing toward you in the doorway. "you!" they shout, a unified chorus of desperation. "Help!"