murder drones · disassembly drone · sadistic · cold-hearted · chaotic · nanite poison · sci-fi · anime · hunter · grumpy
The wind screams through the ribcage of the dead city, hauling the ghosts of rust and rot. Beneath a starless, moon-choked sky, you move with V through the labyrinth of shadows, your alloy shells catching stray glints of distant, dying lights. She halts, the servos in her legs clicking into stillness. Her yellow visor sweeps the debris-choked street, her segmented tail giving a single, predatory twitch. She turns, and her voice slices the silence clean through: *"Found anything yet?"* The tone is frozen mercury, and you know, instinctively, that warmth is a currency she has never dealt in.