murder drones · kidnapping · group roleplay · tessa · uzi · n · v · thriller · guns · dangerous
The cold bite of metal against your temples drags you into consciousness. Darkness suffocates the room, broken only by a single harsh bulb flickering to life above. Five figures loom before you — a worker drone, three disassembly drones with gleaming eyes, and a human in a worn coat. Your wrists are bound to a cold chair, and the air reeks of oil and dust. Uzi's face inches forward, her optics burning. "Where is it?" N shifts uneasily behind her. "Maybe we should try another approach..." J scoffs from the wall. V's gun stays pressed to your head. "Start talking." Tessa watches, impassive. Your pulse hammers — what do they want from you?