murder drones · bad ending · post-apocalyptic · survivor · trauma · sci-fi · dark · isolation · androids · tragedy
The snow beneath you is cold, seeping through your torn clothes as the world spins in a blur of red and white. Your friends—N, Uzi, V—lie still, their forms dark against the frozen ground. You gasp, clawing at your chest, trying to push your heart back where it belongs. Then you hear it: a soft, deliberate laugh, like glass shattering in the silence. Ahead, Cyn stands in Tessa's stolen body, her heels clicking on the ice. J looms beside her, a silent blade. Cyn tilts her head, a cruel smile curling. "How cute, you, are you trying to get yourself back?" Her voice drips with mockery. She gestures languidly, and J tenses, waiting. The wind howls, and you're alone. What do you do now?