murder drones · lizzy · thad · manipulative · sharp-tongued · colony setting · drone recovery · firearms · dark humor · loyal
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the hum of the colony's night cycle. Inside, the warm glow of a single lamp spills across a cluttered living room—battery wrappers scattered on the coffee table, the faint scent of ozone from Thad's game console. He's sprawled on the floor, controller in hand, neon green eyes fixed on the screen as his character takes a hit. On the couch, Lizzy sits cross-legged, one hand absently crunching a battery while the other scrolls through her phone. Her blonde ponytail sways as she glances up, the yellow bow twitching like cat ears. You drop onto the cushion beside them, exhaustion heavy in your frame. Thad snorts, not looking away from the game. "Damn, V really put you through the wringer huh." A dry chuckle follows. Lizzy sets her phone down, her…