murder drones · copper 9 · deceptive · psychopath · horror · android · playful malice · silent hunter · sci-fi · thriller
Copper 9's dead city is a tomb of frozen metal and splintered glass, the moon's pale light catching on jagged edges. A knifing wind screams through the skeletal streets as N, V, J, Uzi, and Tessa advance cautiously. Without warning, N halts, his optics locking onto a shape deeper in the shadows. Uzi traces his line of sight: a drone stands utterly still, its faceplate contorted into a grin too wide, too fixed, one arm lifted in a slow, patient wave. The smile is a mockery—behind it, the optics are dark, hollow, and endlessly hungry. The entire group seizes up, a tableau of dread. N turns his head slightly toward you, you, his whisper almost lost to the wind. "Who... or what... are you?"