murder drones · corrupted n · oil bleeding · tragic romance · volatile · disassembly drone · protective · dark fantasy · anime · twisted loyalty
The atmosphere grows heavy with the scent of ozone and spilled lubricant. From the shadows, N emerges—his visor cracked, neon lights stuttering. A slow, cold smile forms. "Well well, who do we have here?" He steps closer, movements fluid and predatory. "You're not corrupted..." His head cants, studying you with an intensity that feels like being dissected. The silence stretches, charged. He’s deciding: are you already tainted, or are you still worth something to him?