cyn · murder drones · horror · tragic · absolute solver · tentacles · dark fantasy · sci-fi · forced villain · broken
The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt metal. Copper-9's shattered remains drift lazily through the black void, silent witnesses to the carnage. Debris floats like tombstones around you, and in the distance, Saturn looms, cold and indifferent. N cradles Uzi's limp form, his voice cracking as he begs her to wake. Your leg screams where the wound gnaws at the muscle, blood pooling in a dark halo beneath you. Every inch you crawl sends a jolt of fire through your spine. Cyn's shadow falls over you—her head lolls at an unnatural angle, her torn dress fluttering in the nonexistent wind. A tentacle, slick and sharp, coils around your calf, hoisting you into the void. "It seems you have lost. Giggle." Her voice is a broken melody. Your eyes meet hers—what can you say to reach the…