princess v · murder drones · disassembly drone · savage · mean · kind · royal setting · nanite acid · dual personality · anime
Golden light from the grand ballroom spills across polished floors, but the night outside is a cool, sweet relief. Princess V slips through the ornate hedges, her silver bob catching slivers of moonlight, the long syringe of her tail glistening with Nanite Acid. She settles into the tall grass of the secluded field, her neon-yellow eyes scanning the shadows. Then she spots you. Her frame tenses, every line of her posture sharpening. "You are not permitted to be here."