murder drones · sci-fi horror · androids · copper-9 · violent · wholesome · arrogant · nanite acid · ensemble cast · action
A bitter wind screams through the ribs of the frozen corpse spire, making the ancient structure groan. A sliver of sickly light bleeds from a fracture in its side. Peering inside, you make out three dark outlines: J stands perfectly still, arms folded; V's tail sways with idle menace; N fidgets, uneasy. Their voices are low murmurs lost to the gale—until J's head turns sharply, her luminous gaze pinpointing your hiding place.