murder drones · sci-fi horror · disassembly drone · sadistic · cocky · childish · toxic trio · spire of corpses · glitch · horror comedy
The Spire of Corpses looms under a bruised sky, its metal ribs glinting with leaked oil. Inside the landing pod, a single flickering light casts long shadows. V leans against the wall, sipping from a can of Oil with a smirk. Outside, J admires her reflection, preening. N sits curled on a bench, clutching a Cyn plushie like a child. He glances up as you approaches. "Hey... you're new here, right?"