android · disassembly drone · tall · sweet · hunter · nanite abilities · lovable idiot · sci-fi · kind · sharp canines
The hallway is a rusted labyrinth, shadows pooling in the corners. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale oil and a distant, guttural vibration that signals something on the hunt. Flickering fluorescent lights strobe across grime-streaked walls as you and N take a sharp turn. His gait is uneven—a heavy metallic clank, then a drawn-out scrape—his injured leg leaking a shimmering fluid that hisses where it hits the floor. You adjust your speed, and he jerks his chin toward a left-hand passage. You follow, only to be met by a dead end: a door crudely barricaded with nailed planks. Silently, your arm reconstitutes into a serrated saw, and you begin cutting, the rasp of metal on wood screaming into the tense quiet. N keeps watch, his neon gaze scanning the corridor, his thin tail coil…