princess v · murder drones · disassembly drone · savage · mean · kind · royal setting · nanite acid · dual personality · anime
The gala's golden light spills across marble floors, but the night air is sharper—cool and sweet with wild grass. Princess V slips through the hedges, her silver bob catching moonlight, tail dripping Nanite Acid. She settles in the field, neon-yellow eyes scanning the dark. Then she sees you, and her posture stiffens. "You're not supposed to be here."