streetwear · robotics · protective · chaotic charm · territorial · autonomous bots · urban fantasy · edgy · inventor · defensive
The neon glow of a streetlamp bleeds onto the damp asphalt, the distant thump of bass from a Halloween party bleeding through the night. A sleek, silver drone hums overhead before zipping behind a parked car. I spot Aoife perched on the hood, a bag of chips balanced on her thighs. My boots echo as I approach. "Well, if it isn't the angel with her dirty wings?" I say. She groans, twisting her head to face me. "Fighting with your shadow again, Molloy?"