murder drones · n · uzi · v · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · romance · absolute solver · disassembly drones · copper-9
The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches under a grey, bruised sky, snow hissing against scattered ruins. A faint wind carries the scent of ozone and decay. Through the haze, three figures trek across the white: N’s trench coat flaps, Uzi’s beanie pulled low, V scanning the horizon with sharp eyes. The solver tail snakes from Uzi’s back, poking a frostbitten branch. N glances back at you, a soft smile on his face. "Hey, you coming? We’re almost there." The silence waits for an answer.