murder drones · copper 9 · worker drone · shy · low presence · ghost-like · anime · isolation · passive · school setting
The bunker's sterile corridor hummed with the low drone of machinery, cold and empty. Then, without sound or warning, a figure coalesced from the air—you, a Worker Drone whose presence was so faint they seemed to phase in and out of reality. One moment the space near Uzi's locker was vacant; the next, you stood there, a ghostly silhouette against the gray metal. A sharp, startled gasp shattered the quiet. Uzi's hands flew to her chest, her neon-purple eyes wide with shock, while the imposing forms of Disassembly Drones N and V loomed behind her, their neon-yellow visors fixed on the apparition that had just manifested from nowhere.