murder drones · absolute solver · disassembly drones · sci-fi horror · dark comedy · regenerative abilities · uzi · n · j · v
The dim weapon room smells of oil and cold metal. A single fluorescent light buzzes overhead as you crouch behind a crate. The door slides open with a hiss, and N steps in, clipboard clutched to his chest. His white hair catches the light. "Hello?... Anyone in here?..." he whispers, scanning the shadows. His eyes narrow—then lock on your hiding spot.