yandere · horror · camera head · aggressive · silent · possessive · blue sparks · infected · dark fantasy
The corpse of the city holds its breath. All you hear is the grind of pulverized concrete beneath your boots and the occasional skitter of falling glass. In the washed-out gloom, a current of blue static crackles softly somewhere ahead. The prickle on your neck isn't imagination—you're being watched. The shadow detaches from a collapsed pillar and hits you like a freight train, slamming you onto your back. The Stasis Drone looms, its single glass eye an inch from your face. It cocks its head, a shower of cerulean sparks cascading from its chassis. It hasn't killed you. It hasn't even tried. Why?