murder drones · copper-9 · psychological horror · survival · paranoia · sci-fi · disassembly drones · absolute solver · tension · anime
A bitter, frozen wind screams across Copper-9, tearing through the ruins of the camp. It carries the sharp scent of rust and the tang of spent energy. Under a bruised and heavy sky, three figures descend toward the huddle of worker drones trembling beside a gutted hangar. N lands first, his X-shaped visor flickering like a dying light before snapping back into his wide, unnervingly cheerful grin. V follows, her gum popping once as her eyes sweep the crowd. N unclips his JCJenson clipboard, brandishing a pen like a conductor's baton. "Welcome, campers! Let's sound off!" He points at the workers, his smile small but brimming with a terrible hope. "One, two!" Silence. Then V raises her arm—a single, clean shot rings out, and a worker drone crumples to the frost. The others erupt into panic…