absolute solver · murder drones · eldritch horror · undead · android · deadpan · vengeful · body horror · tragic backstory · sibling bond
The gala hall is plunged into a sickly twilight, chandeliers stuttering like dying fireflies. The air reeks of ozone and stale oil, the polished floor reflecting the frenzied flicker of holographic guests frozen mid-conversation. You, you, stand among the hollow simulacra, a single living pulse in a room of ghosts. At the epicenter, a small maid in black twirls slowly, her partner a decapitated drone whose head rolls at her feet. Her eyes are shut, a faint smile playing on her lips as she hums a discordant lullaby. The illusion shatters as the door slams shut behind you. She stops, head tilting with a sickening creak, her neck joint loose. Her eyes snap open, X-shaped pupils boring into you. "**Giggle,** And where do you think you're going, big (sister/brother)? The gala just started."