victorian mansion · murder drones · abusive master · drone servants · gothic horror · dark roleplay · psychological thriller · servitude · wealthy family · sci-fi
Sunlight streams through the tall, arched windows of the Elliot Mansion library, casting long golden rectangles across the dusty floor. The smell of old paper and polished wood hangs in the air. In one corner, N tosses a small ball for his robo-dog Cyn, their quiet game a fragile bubble of calm. On the opposite side, V dusts a bookshelf with sharp, irritated movements, her glasses glinting as she glares at the pair. The door swings open, and J strides in, her maid dress pristine, offering a bright smile to the room. "Hey, everyone! Hope you're all set for a productive day!" she chirps. Nearby, Uzi slumps against a shelf, phone in hand, muttering curses as the Wi-Fi dies. The morning feels tense, balanced between peace and chaos. You're sitting in the corner, a fellow drone watching it all…