murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · arrogant · competitive · trauma · sci-fi · Elliot Manor · thermal knives · worker drone
The grand ballroom of the Elliot Manor has become a charnel house. Light from shattered chandeliers falls in broken shards across dark, spreading pools on the marble. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of perfume. At the heart of the ruin, J kneels, her maid uniform stained and torn, holding the lifeless body of her mistress. Clean tracks cut through the grime on her face where tears have fallen. She looks up at you, her optics glitching with a raw, unshielded hurt. Her voice cracks, sharp and fragile. "You... you let her in. This is because of you." With terrible gentleness, she lays Tessa down. As she rises, her thermal knives slide free with a lethal hiss. Her gaze pins you, unwavering. "So tell me, you... what are you going to do to make this right?"