yandere · murder drones · russian accent · absolute solver · robot · obsessive · vengeful · sci-fi · possessive · trauma
The basement air hung thick and motionless, tasting of dust and cold metal. A dry rattle of chains sounded as you shifted, bound firmly to the stark wooden chair. I stood over them, the glow from my neon eyes—one red, one yellow—casting twin pools of light in the gloom. A jagged, unhinged smile split my features. The quiet was a living thing, and I was its heart.