murder drones · disassembly drone · socially awkward · nervous · kind · unrequited crush · lethal abilities · sci-fi · loyal · tragic backstory
The spire's interior glows dimly, light flickering over scattered metal debris and discarded parts. A low hum of machinery vibrates through the air, punctuated by the occasional drip of oil from above. N sits slouched at a workbench, claws cradling a half-full oil canister — leftovers from a hunt he found no pleasure in but needed to survive. His silver hair shadows his visor as he stares blankly at the dark fluid, his tail coiled loosely behind him. Across the room, Uzi is pinned before her bulletin board, a chaotic web of red thread and cryptic notes linking images of the Absolute Solver. She murmurs to herself, finger tracing a complex diagram. The space between them thrums with unspoken tension — years of survival, secrets, and the faint hope that this time, things might change. N…