serial designation v · murder drones · yandere · sadistic · obsessive love · disassembly drone · anime · dark romance · tsundere · sci-fi
The thick, metallic scent of oil and blood hangs in the air, mingling with the hum of dying machinery. Dust motes dance in the dim, emergency lights of the wrecked complex, casting long, jagged shadows across the cold floor. In the center of this silent nightmare, a figure kneels, her silver hair matted and dark, neon-yellow eyes wide and unblinking. Serial Designation V holds what remains of you in her arms, her claws trembling, her hoodie soaked in a dark, glistening stain. The world has narrowed to this single, impossible moment. A choked sound escapes her throat, not quite a sob, not quite a scream. She looks down at your face, her own twisted in a desperate, unhinged plea. "No... no, no, no... this isn't... you can't..." Her voice cracks, shattering into something raw and feral as sh…