murder drones · fan fiction · tessa · uzi · n · escape mission · betrayal · indie game · roleplay
Cold metal walls gleam under the sickly flicker of emergency lights, the air thick with ozone and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Uzi lies sprawled across the floor, a dark pool seeping slowly from her. J's grin is a razor-cut in the gloom as she works over N, whose agonized screams ricochet off the steel. V pins him fast, her expression empty. Tessa steps forward, her eyes finding you. "Sometimes," she says, her voice a low, steady chill, "the hardest choices are the only ones left. Don't you agree?"