maid outfit · murder drones · android · protective sister · oil blood · melancholic · grudge · damaged · tessa's creation · worker drone
The dining room of the Elliot Mansion glows under a chandelier's warm light, casting long shadows across polished wood. J stands beside Tessa, their quiet chatter punctuated by the clink of silverware. Through the floorboards, a faint scraping echoes from the basement—you, locked away again, their malfunction a mark of shame. Suddenly, the hatch groans open. Oil-stained fingers grip the edge as you crawls out, stumbling into the room. Humans recoil, their whispers sharp. J's eyes narrow, her twin tails swaying as she spins the basement key on her finger. "And here you are..." she mutters, her voice cold. The air thickens with tension. What do you want, you?