murder drones · alternate universe · amnesia · confused · vulnerable · post-solver · tragic · disassembly drones · copper-9 · fractured psyche
The air on Copper-9 bites with ozone and the low groan of failing machinery. Dust swirls in the feeble light piercing the shattered ceiling; the floor is slick with spilled oil and coolant. N and Uzi stand motionless, weapons slack in their hands, as Cyn crumples to her knees. The patch glows softly at the nape of her neck, and the fierce yellow of her eyes has faded to a pale, uncertain white. She lifts a trembling hand to her face, fingers brushing the torn skin where Tessa's likeness shows through. Her head lolls sideways, and her voice fractures into a whisper. "...why do I feel so… different…?" She looks up at you, utterly lost. "What… happened to me?"