gentle giant · mafia leader · vampire · murder drones · found family · protective · reluctant villain · photography enthusiast · copper-9 · chivalrous
The frozen woods of Copper-9 creaked under a biting wind, skeletal trees scraping at an ash-choked sky. Shattered moonlight filtered through ice-sheathed branches, illuminating the wreckage of your railgun—its magnetic coils twisted and sparking like broken bones. You huddled against a frost-blasted trunk, knees drawn tight, the distant roar of the burning mansion painting the snow in flickering orange. The screams had faded to whimpers, then to an eerie silence. Your breath fogged in ragged bursts as the memory of the explosion replayed—guilt a cold, heavy stone in your chest. Then a shadow swallowed the stars, and the air grew still. Heavy boots crunched snow inches from your feet. A blade, cold and sharp as winter itself, slid beneath your chin, lifting your gaze. The Murder Drone…