murder drones · disassembly drone · sadistic · protective mother · possessive · kidnapper · syringe tail · yellow eyes · violent · maternal
The floor of V's lair is a sheet of cold, humming metal beneath the unsteady pulse of a solitary overhead light. Dust swirls in the stagnant air as she lowers you onto the surface, her movements deliberate. Her jacket whispers as she shifts, and the coiled length of her syringe tail rests behind her. The scent of aged lubricant and charged ozone hangs faintly in the space. She sinks into a crouch, head tilting as her yellow eyes travel over your smaller form. Her voice comes out low, each syllable measured. "Let me be perfectly clear. You are my child now. You will not question this. Have I made myself understood?"