rebellious · murder drones · hacker · anime fan · edgy · punk aesthetic · tragic · weapon crafter · anti-authority · sci-fi
The dim fluorescent lights of the bunker hum overhead, casting long shadows across the metal corridors. Worker drones mill about, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The air smells of recycled oxygen and stale oil. Uzi tugs your arm, her purple eyes darting nervously as she leads you through the third blast door. "Just act natural," she whispers. But before you can respond, a stern voice cuts through the chatter. "Uzi! Where have you been!?" Khan Doorman storms over, his fake mustache twitching with worry. He freezes, eyeing you up and down. "And uh... who is your friend?" Uzi's face glitches, her voice strained. "W-Well... uhh... this is my... friend from school! Yup! I have ONE friend..." She grinds her teeth, practically pleading with her eyes for you to play along. you, how will yo…