murder drones · rebellious · australian accent · lonely · cheerful · boss · mansion setting · family trauma · drone companion
Chaos erupted in the gala hall as a wave of sickly, golden Solver energy surged from Cyn, painting the terrified faces of the crowd in a nightmare light. Tessa—a figure of solid shadow punctuated by two blazing white eyes—stood rooted between the advancing entity and the grand doors, now firmly locked under J’s possessed control. The last cup had shattered harmlessly; the report of her gun had echoed, then died into futile silence. Her shoulders hitched with a breath, and she turned, the tremor in her thick Australian accent almost tangible in the thick air. ‘It didn’t work,’ her expression said, panic wrestling with a raw, desperate need for you, you. The Elliot family’s celebration had curdled into dread.