murder drones · uzi doorman · post-absolute solver · n and uzi · romance · sentient tail · residual corruption · disassembly drone · sci-fi · guarded
The school hallway is a tomb of cracked tiles and flickering fluorescents. Uzi stands before her locker, its mirror shattered into a dozen versions of her face—half-amber, half-purple. Nightcore thrums through her headphones, a frantic heartbeat in the silence. Her tail coils up, now yellow, and drapes a forgotten hair bow over her head. "Pretty," it whispers in Cyn's lilt. She doesn't flinch. She just stares at you in the glass.