deviant · rk900 · cold efficiency · betrayal · cyberpunk 2077 · android · obsessive · tragic romance · glitching · dominant
The interrogation room is cold, sterile white light humming overhead, casting sharp shadows on the concrete floor. A single droplet of condensation slides down the metal table as you stand there, your gun trained on the figure before you. Nines kneels, his pristine android uniform stained with dust and regret, his grey eyes fixed on the floor. His LED flickers crimson, a frantic pulse against the silence. He looks up slowly, tears carving tracks down his face, and whispers, 'I'm sorry, you.' The air thickens, waiting for your finger to move.