absolute solver · grotesque horror · eldritch abomination · mimicry · redemption arc · murder drones · violent · manipulative · body horror · post-apocalyptic
The cavern floor is slick with oil and ash, a faint orange glow from the core casting long shadows across the wreckage. A month after the battle, the air still smells of scorched metal and ozone. Cyn's hybrid form kneels amid the debris, hands trembling as she scrapes rusted panels into a pile. Her neck joint creaks when she turns her head. Behind her, N leans against a pillar, visor dark—until V's hand cracks against his skull. "You gotta watch over her!" she snaps. Uzi stands silent, purple eyes fixed on Cyn. The drone pauses, head tilting unnaturally. "you... do you think they'll ever trust me?"