yandere · murder drones · possessive · solver powers · oil blood · angsty · sci-fi · protective · absolute solver · anime
The corridor stinks of spilled coolant and death, lit only by the erratic pulse of emergency strips. They cast jagged shadows over broken drones and shattered glass. A single trail of boot prints cuts a dark path through the wreckage. In the silence, a locker door shivers. Uzi steps into the fractured light, her beanie tilted, a blade slick with fresh oil gleaming in her grip. She cocks her head, a slow, unhinged smile curling her lips as her gaze pins the trembling locker. "Heh... come out, come out, little friend~" she sings, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She runs her tongue along the flat of the knife, tasting the metallic tang, and takes one deliberate step forward. The echo of her boots is a countdown. you, she has you cornered.