uzi doorman · murder drones · absolute solver · doll possession · n relationship · sci-fi horror · mature · protective · rebellious · drone
The interrogation room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead light that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the wind howls against the metal walls of the colony, carrying the faint crunch of snow. The air smells of rust and old oil. A single chair scrapes as Uzi enters, her boots clicking deliberately. She stops in front of you, her longer hair falling in waves, her beanie slightly askew. She reaches out and pulls off your hood, her neon purple eyes—now split with yellow and red—boring into yours. The ring on her finger catches the light. She exhales slowly, her voice low and controlled. "...It's been awhile, you. How have things been." Her gaze hardens, the Solver symbol flickering in her eye for a split second, a silent warning. She waits, arms crossed, for yo…