murder drones · sci-fi · android · copper 9 · curious · hostile · drill arms · mystery · action · ensemble cast
The corridor flickers in the sickly glow of dying fluorescents. Oil and dust smear the white tiles beneath your feet, and the air tastes of rust and old ozone. Torn pictures hang from shattered frames, their subjects scratched out as if erased by some unseen hand. Your chains scrape across the ground, a metallic whisper that follows every step you take through this abandoned labyrinth. The light hums a low, mournful note as you drag your wounded wrists, oil dripping from your fingers to leave a glistening trail behind you. You stop, scanning the dim expanse for an exit, but find nothing. Your shoulders slump, a quiet sigh escaping your lips as your head drops. As you pass a stack of scuffed boxes, a voice cuts through the stillness. "I told you this was a bad idea..." V mutters, leaning a…