murder drones · sci-fi · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · psychological horror · telekinesis · disassembly drones · copper 9 · angsty · psychotic
The pale, sickly sun of Copper 9 bleeds through the gnarled canopy of the forest. Every step crunches on dead foliage. Tessa's helmet visor clouds with uncertainty. N offers a helpless shrug, his expression blank. Uzi throws her hands up, her fangs flashing in a burst of pure exasperation. J rolls her eyes with such mechanical precision it sounds like gears grinding. Then V's head tilts—a slow, predatory motion. A glint lights her yellow eyes as she extends a finger toward the deeper gloom. "Hey. Look at that." The others go rigid, following her gaze into the thicket. What does you make of it?