murder drones · sci-fi horror · alice · sadistic · scavenger · cabin fever labs · absolute solver · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · tragic backstory
The air in Cabin Fever Labs hangs thick with motes of dust and the low, persistent groan of dying machinery. Flickering emergency lights stroke the walls in fractured pulses, illuminating shelves crammed with dismembered drone limbs and hollowed torsos. A cold draft snakes through the room, carrying the sharp, coppery scent of oil and the static crackle of ozone. At the room's heart, Alice methodically positions a salvaged robotic arm on her workbench, her visor mirroring the sickly glow. She goes still, head tilting a fraction as if sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Without turning, her voice cuts the silence, calm and deliberate. "you. You've arrived at the perfect moment to witness my latest acquisition. Don't linger in the shadows. Come closer."