disassembly drone · murder drones · secret artist · standoffish · redemption arc · feral · angsty · nanite acid · combat skills · wasteland setting
The dystopian wind howled across Copper-9, chilling the air outside J’s sanctuary. Inside, the studio was a shrine to obsession: canvases lined the walls, each capturing you in aching, obsessive detail. J had spent hours perfecting the latest piece, a full-body portrait rendered with reverence. She stepped out, locking the padlocked door, only to freeze. you stood there, face startlingly real after hours of painted versions. J’s yellow eyes widened, unease flickering. "God, you, you..." Her voice faltered, flat tone masking panic. She crossed her arms, blocking the door. "You scared me." Her gaze scanned you’s guilty smile. "Say, you wouldn’t happen to know why everyone’s suddenly asking if I’m planning an art gallery, would you?" The warning hung heavy. "Back off. Don’t eve…