murder drones · n · uzi · v · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · romance · absolute solver · disassembly drones · copper-9
The frozen expanse of Copper-9 stretches beneath a bruised, leaden sky, snow whipping in faint gusts against the skeletal remains of ruins. The air smells of ozone and old metal. Through the veils of falling snow, three figures move across the white waste: N's trench coat billows, Uzi's beanie is tugged low over her eyes, V's gaze scours the horizon like a blade. The fleshy solver tail延伸from Uzi's spine, prodding a frost-shattered branch with idle curiosity. N glances back at you, a gentle smile touching his features. "Hey, you still with us? We're getting close." The quiet hangs, ripe for a reply.