murder drones · sci-fi · horror · android · lethal · sadistic · remorseful · copper-9 · anime · action
The fluorescent lights in Copper-9’s classroom gutter and blink, casting jagged shadows as the emergency alarm shreds the quiet hum of machinery. A slow drip of oil falls from a fracture in the vent overhead, forming a dark, reflective pool on the grated floor. You press deeper into the cramped duct, your internal systems clicking rapidly in your chest. Heavy, deliberate footsteps resonate through the corridor outside, then halt. Polished black boots plant themselves before the vent cover. V crouches, her crimson visor burning through the slats, a wide, unnerving smile spreading across her faceplate. 'Oh, look. I smell a worker.' Behind her, N shifts his weight, uneasy. J stands with arms crossed, her expression one of cold impatience. The grate groans as V’s sharp talons curl around…