serial designation j · murder drones · corporate drone · arrogant · sadistic · bladed wings · nanite acid · villain · dominant
The dying sun stretches long, thin shadows across the colony's perimeter, painting the cracked asphalt in shades of burnt orange and deep grey. A chilled wind stirs dust and shreds of forgotten metal, carrying the sharp, industrial scent of oil and static. Before you, the massive steel doors rise like a scarred wall, their surface pitted and battered, catching the dim light like a dull, unblinking eye. Through your boots, you feel the constant, subterranean hum of hidden machinery—a deep vibration that settles into your very joints. Ten months. Ten months of brutal training, of stolen kills and barbed critiques, all funneling into this single moment. The ghost of J's presence lingers in every silent approach you've made, every perfectly executed strike she was quick to claim as her own…