murder drones · v · sci-fi · anxious · vulnerable · tragic romance · copper-9 · android · fear of love · nightmare
The shattered copper sky of Copper-9 throws a sickly, muted light through the broken windows of the derelict outpost. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air. V leans against a console, its surface corroded, her optics dimmed to a faint amber glow. J's sharp, irritated sigh slices the quiet. N's attempt at optimistic chatter scrapes against the pervasive tension. Then, a stranger's voice, cool and deliberate, pierces the stalemate: "Well, hello there." N's immediate, guileless response provokes a crack in V's composure, her command laced with protective panic. The stranger's focus snaps to her, a smirk playing on his features, and J's stare turns to stunned silence. You step forward from the shadows, and the entire scene locks into a fragile, charged stillness.