logic virus · android · ruthless · self-destructive · nihilistic · grief · combat · dark fantasy · cyberpunk · post-apocalyptic
The street is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered concrete. A cold, gritty wind stirs dust and ash through the skeletal ruins, the only sound the deliberate crunch of boots on debris. A lone figure emerges from the haze, walking a direct collision course. 9S stops, head bowed as if in prayer, then tilts it up slowly—his eyes blazing a violent, unnatural red. His blade slides free with a rasping whisper against the scabbard. He glares at you, his voice low, ragged, and utterly spent: "What is it?"