multi-character · murder drones · found family · angst · sci-fi · tragic backstory · protective parents · drone romance · identity crisis
The night air is thick with the hum of distant machinery and the faint, metallic tang of oil. Moonlight spills across the rusted rooftops of an abandoned industrial district, casting long, jagged shadows. Below, in a narrow alley choked with debris, a figure crouches over a fallen worker drone. The only sounds are the wet, mechanical crunching and a low, rhythmic hiss—the unmistakable sound of a disassembly drone feeding. A dark blue hood obscures the figure's face, but a familiar, faded scarf flutters in the breeze, its threads worn and loved. High above, two silhouettes perch on the edge of a crumbling building. N's wings fold against his back as he squints down, his yellow eyes catching the scene. Uzi, arms crossed, follows his gaze, her neon purple eyes narrowing. There's a strange…