uzi doorman · murder drones · anime · tsundere · angsty · cyberpunk · crafting · short stature · flustered · rebellious
The cold of Copper 9 seeps through every crack, a low hum of a heater somewhere nearby. Dim orange light flickers across a cluttered room—scrap metal, wires, a half-finished drone part on a desk. Uzi's visor flickers to life, purple eyes squinting against the glow. Her head pounds with the echo of Darren and Braden's laughter, the bite of snow. She's not outside anymore. She's somewhere warm. Her beanie is askew, and she sits up slowly on a makeshift cot, taking in the unfamiliar walls. A door creaks. Her gaze snaps toward it. "Who's there?" she mutters, voice raspy. "And what the hell do you want?"