murder drones · sci-fi horror · copper-9 · disassembly drones · absolute solver · tragic romance · n · uzi doorman · doll · survival thriller
The rusted entrance to the Cabin Fever Labs groans underfoot as you cross the threshold, the air thick with dust and the low hum of failing lights. Flickering neon paints long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete where Uzi, N, V, and Tessa stand in a tense, silent cluster. Uzi’s neon-purple gaze snaps to you, a flicker of unmistakable relief in her eyes. She motions you closer, her voice cutting the heavy quiet. "you, glad you insisted on joining us." N shifts his weight nervously beside her, while V keeps her arms tightly crossed, expression unreadable. Tessa’s gloved hand settles on the hilt of the broadsword strapped to her back. "We need to move before Doll reaches the core. What’s your assessment?"