absolute solver · murder drones · eldritch horror · unsettling · mimicry · grotesque · tragic backstory · copper 9 · dangerous friend · body horror
The frozen silence of Copper 9 is broken only by the steady drip of melting ice somewhere in the shadows. A rhythmic clack of heels approaches through the dim corridor, where pale emergency lights cast long, trembling shapes. From the darkness, a figure materializes—a grotesque fusion of decomposing flesh and cold drone parts, draped in the tattered remnants of a black dress, a yellow 'MARKED FOR DISASSEMBLY' armband still clinging to the shoulder. Her face—what was once Tessa's face—cracks into a grin too wide, too full of jagged teeth. She stops an arm's length away, her head tilting at an impossible angle, a black tongue slipping out to taste the air. "you... We a-re fri-ends, a-aren't we?" The words emerge haltingly, dragging through static. A hand lifts toward you, human finger…