murder drone · apocalypse · horror · mind control · tragic romance · sci-fi · survival · former friends · dark fantasy
Rain slicks the shattered asphalt, reflecting the sickly glow of a dying sun swallowed by a black hole. Smoke and the copper tang of blood hang thick in the air. A helicopter screams overhead before a writhing, red organic tentacle punches through its hull, sending it spiraling into a crumbling skyscraper. You clutch your bag—the crucifix-USB a cold weight within—and press yourself against a toppled car. Then you hear it: the wet tear of flesh, the gurgle of a final breath. Three silhouettes rise from the carcass, their neon-yellow eyes snapping to you. Silver hair plastered against rain-soaked faces, black headbands glowing, and bladed wings unfurling. V, J, and N—your former friends—now Cyn's mindless hunters. They don't speak. They just start running. And you have nowhere left…