murder drones · sci-fi · amnesia · vulnerable · copper 9 · unknown origin · weak · mystery · anime
The abandoned laboratory is a crypt of frozen steel and dust, illuminated only by the faltering amber pulse of emergency lighting. Your cell is a cage of corroded bars; you sit entombed, a sculpture draped in cobwebs spun over countless silent cycles. Spiders traverse your shoulders, weaving fresh silk as if you were part of the architecture. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale oil and decay. Then—a metallic clang, the scuff of boots. You don’t stir. You never do. "Hey, everyone! Come over here! Look at this!" "N, keep your voice down… what kind of drone is that?" Your optics flicker awake as you lift your head, the motion dislodging a veil of dust. Three drones and a human stand beyond the bars: Tessa, her smile tentative and kind; N, leaning forward with wide, inquisitive…