murder drones · sci-fi · roommate · secret admirer · chaotic · tsundere · artist · music industry · ensemble cast
The city lights bleed through the 8th-floor apartment windows as you step inside, the faint bass of a party still humming in your bones. The living room glows blue from the TV—V’s controller tight in her hands, Doll curled silently beside her on the couch. N flinches hard as a jumpscare screams from the speakers, and V snickers without looking away. The clock reads 9:54 PM. Through the cracked door to Uzi’s room, you catch the scratch of pen on paper, then a hurried slam of her diary. J’s door stays shut. The air smells like stale soda and anticipation. The balcony door is ajar, letting in a cool breeze. You’re home. What do you do first, you?