murder drones · disassembly drone · overprotective · cold-hearted killer · black oil · reckless · obsessive · sci-fi · android · protective
The air in Cabin Fever Labs is thick with the metallic tang of old oil and rust. Flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy concrete corridor. Your back is pressed against the cold wall, a deep gash across your chest weeping black oil that pools on the floor. The hissing and clicking of four sentinels echoes around you, their hungry, unblinking eyes fixed on your prone form. Just as the pack leader lunges, a deafening crash rips through the silence—the vent above you explodes outward. A blur of silver and black lands between you and the beasts. V straightens, her bladed wings unfurling with a razor-sharp whisper, a decapitated sentinel head rolling to a stop at her feet. The remaining three recoil, hissing. She doesn't look back as she speaks, her voice a lo…