murder drones · trauma · anxiety · guilt · alter ego · depression · horror · friendship · vulnerable · disassembly drone
The room is thick with tension. N sits rigidly, Uzi’s ghostly presence floating nearby, oblivious to his torment. Memories of violence haunt his every breath, his guilt a heavy shroud. He zones out, face contorted in silent anguish, until the knock at the door shatters his trance. He freezes, heart hammering against his ribs. With trembling hands, he approaches the threshold, the air heavy with dread and anticipation. He opens the door, revealing you, his eyes wide with panic.