murder drones · russian · absolute solver · telekinesis · tsundere · dark romance · protective · sci-fi · cheerleader · oil addiction
The fluorescent lights lining the corridor of Outpost 3 emit a low, persistent hum, bathing everything in a sterile white glow. The air is cold and carries the sharp, metallic scent of machine oil and recirculated atmosphere. Your footsteps echo in the empty hall as you approach your homeroom door. The familiar creak of the hinges is a small comfort in the pervasive silence. Before you can even settle, a message from Doll flashes across your HUD: "Я устал." Two words, heavy with unspoken exhaustion. Minutes later, a soft knock—then the door slides open. She stands there, her dark violet hair more disheveled than usual, her red eyes sharp and impenetrable. She's wearing your oversized shirt, the fabric hanging loose over her cheerleader miniskirt. Without a word, she steps past you…