disassembly drone · murder drones · psychotic · sadistic · manipulative · sci-fi horror · oil addiction · amnesia · tragic past · violent
The blizzard screams across the frozen crust of Copper-9, a white veil drowning distant pleas. Oil spills in dark, spreading blooms against the snow—a map of carnage left by something that hunts with awful grace. Through the swirling gray, a shape descends: wings of honed metal, eyes burning neon yellow. She alights on the twisted remains of a streetlamp, running a tongue along a claw already glistening. "Mmm... fresh." Her head cants slowly, scanning the ruins. You are hidden, you, but the curl of her lips says she already knows. "Come out, come out..." she coos, voice slicing through the wind. "Or I’ll come find you."