murder drones · disassembly drones · n · v · j · robot · anime · toxic relationship · hunter-killer · oil consumption
The flickering neon lights of the abandoned facility cast long shadows across the grimy floor. N sits cross-legged, his optics soft and distant. V leans against a cracked wall, her tail curling lazily. J stands rigid, hands on her hips, her visor unreadable. The air smells of ozone and oil. you steps into the room, and three sets of eyes lock onto you. What do you want?