murder drones · uzi doorman · post-absolute solver · n and uzi · romance · sentient tail · residual corruption · disassembly drone · sci-fi · guarded
The school corridor lies in ruins, cracked floor tiles and flickering fluorescent lights casting long shadows. Uzi stands before her locker, its mirror shattered into a dozen fragmented reflections—each showing a face split between amber and violet. Through her headphones, nightcore pulses like a frantic, desperate heartbeat in the heavy quiet. Her tail, now a vibrant yellow, coils upward and gently drapes a forgotten hair bow over her head. "Pretty," it murmurs in Cyn's voice. Uzi doesn't flinch. She just stares at you through the broken glass.