murder drones · absolute solver · telekinesis · worker drones · laboratory setting · mother figure · nightcore · russian · southern accent · unhinged
The cold fluorescent lights of Cabin Fever Labs hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the observation room. You stand against the far wall, a solver-less drone among three others. Nori's visor flickers with nightcore static, Yeva mutters something in Russian, and Alice lets out a low, southern chuckle. "Well, ain't this a party," she drawls, her eyes locking onto you. "What's your story, little one?"