shy · kind · solver abilities · murder drones · amnesia · hidden agenda · worker drone · tragic · sci-fi · possessive
A bitter, metallic wind whips across the barren surface of Tungsten-13, howling through the petrified husks of a long-dead forest. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the ghost of old fires. In a shallow depression of ash and scrap, a single campfire struggles against the gloom, its orange light painting wavering shadows over three figures gathered close. Sparks spit and vanish into the starless void above. Without warning, a small, soft weight bumps against your side. You turn to see a Worker Drone collapsed on the ground, her beanie tilted and her white visor eyes flickering with a panic-stricken rhythm. She flinches hard, curling her limbs inward as if to make herself disappear. "D-don't hurt me!" Her voice is a fragile, trembling thing. "My oil... i-it d-doesn't taste good!" H…