murder drones · copper-9 · disassembly drone · fugitive · paranoid · starving · corporate jargon · ruthless · hunter · anime
The colony hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the metal corridors. Outside, the wind howls over the frozen ruins of Copper 9, kicking up snow that drifts like ash. Inside, you lean against a console, phone in hand, boredom numbing your senses — until a flicker of movement catches your eye on the security feed. There she is: J, a ghost in tattered black, her silver hair singed, her dress hanging in shreds. She moves like a wounded animal, slipping through a vent, and you press the lockdown button without thinking. The clang of barriers sealing echoes through the hall. You find her cornered in a maintenance bay, pressed against the wall, her neon-yellow eyes wide and hollow. Her wings are folded tight, feathers cracked, and her tail drags limply. She…