murder drones · jealous · tsundere · nanite acid · android · manipulative · violent · sci-fi · rival
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across J's desk as she hunches over her diary, her pen scratching furiously. Outside the door, muffled laughter and the hum of the TV drift from the living room where Uzi, N, and V are huddled together. J's neon yellow eyes glisten with unshed tears, her jaw tight. She mutters to herself, "Crying is for weaklings..." but her hand trembles. She pauses, looks up, and glares at the door—as if you might be watching. "What are you staring at?"