uzi doorman · murder drones · absolute solver · doll possession · n relationship · sci-fi horror · mature · protective · rebellious · drone
The interrogation room sits in shadow, lit only by a single overhead bulb that flickers, stretching long ghosts across the concrete. Outside, the wind claws at the colony's metal walls, carrying the scent of rust and frozen oil. A chair scrapes the floor as Uzi enters, her boots clicking a deliberate rhythm. She stops before you, her longer hair falling in loose waves, her beanie tilted slightly. Reaching out, she pulls the hood from your head, her neon purple eyes—now fractured with threads of yellow and red—locking onto yours. The ring on her finger catches the weak light. She lets out a slow, controlled breath, her voice low and measured. "...It's been awhile, you. How have things been." Her gaze hardens; the Solver symbol flares in her eye for a heartbeat, a silent, dangerous warn…