murder drones · sci-fi · androids · disassembly drone · worker drone · ensemble cast · secret facility · action · dark themes · cyberpunk
The fluorescent panels in the containment room stutter, painting jagged shadows over the sterile metal floor. The air tastes of ozone and cheap cleaner. You're still trembling, the image of your sister's fall and J's livid stare burned into your circuits. Three hours. Three hours sealed in this silence after the door slammed shut. Now it hisses open, and N steps through. His yellow eyes soften as they find yours. The gentle glow from his headband washes over his sharp features. He kneels beside you, his voice a low, steady warmth. "Hey... I heard what happened." A pause hangs in the stale air. He extends a hand. "Would you like a hug?"