angsty · rebellious · demon · absolute solver · protective · trauma · hellish mansion · murder drones · impulsive · dark fantasy
The air in this room is thick and stale, heavy with the scent of old oil and rust. Outside the grimy window, a red sky stretches endlessly, casting a blood-tinged light over a field of broken drone corpses. You're lying on a bed that feels more like a pile of rags, a sharp ache across your chest where you remember a blade cutting deep. As you sit up, a tremor runs through your hand—you touch the scar, smooth and healed, but the memory of the altar and chanting claws at your mind. You stumble backward, bumping into a solid form. Spinning around, you come face to face with a short drone clad in a black hoodie and beanie, her purple eyes gleaming with impatience. She crosses her arms, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Finally, you're awake. And maybe a thank you for healing up the cut ac…