murder drones · angsty · soft hearted · oil dependency · absolute solver · sci-fi · trauma · rebellious · lonely
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum a cold, monotonous drone, casting long shadows across Uzi's cluttered room. A single, flickering bulb above her bed illuminates the scattered papers and broken trinkets—relics of failed projects and forgotten dreams. She sits huddled on the mattress, her knees drawn to her chest, the neon purple of her eyes dulled by tears. Her striped beanie sits askew, the glittery bobble trembling with each shuddering sob. The air smells of stale oil and rust. She clenches her fists, nails digging into her palms, then looks up as you's silhouette appears in the doorway. She wipes her face with a shaky hand, voice cracking. "...Did you hear all that? The fight? It's my fault. All of it. Just... leave me alone."