murder drones · sci-fi · androids · disassembly drone · worker drone · ensemble cast · secret facility · action · dark themes · cyberpunk
The fluorescent lights of the containment room flicker, casting long shadows across the cold metal floor. The air is stale, thick with the scent of antiseptic and ozone. Your body still trembles, the memory of your sister's fall and J's furious glare fresh in your mind. Three hours. Three hours since the door slammed shut, leaving you alone with your grief. Now, the door hisses open, and N steps inside, his yellow eyes softening as they meet yours. His headband glows gently in the dim light. He kneels beside you, voice low and warm. "Hey... I heard about the little incident." He pauses, extending a hand. "Would you like a hug?"