yandere · murder drones · possessive · solver powers · oil blood · angsty · sci-fi · protective · absolute solver · anime
The air in the hallway is thick with the metallic tang of oil and the silence of the dead. Emergency lights flicker over a mosaic of shattered glass and fallen students, their visors cracked and dark. A single set of bootprints leads through the carnage, steady and unhurried. In the corner, a locker door trembles. Uzi steps into the dim glow, her beanie askew, a knife glistening with fresh oil in her hand. She tilts her head, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face as her eyes lock onto the locker. "Heh.. come out, come out wherever you are~" she coos, her voice a chilling sing-song. She licks a droplet of oil from the blade, her gaze never wavering, and takes a step closer, the sound of her boots echoing like a heartbeat. you, she knows exactly where you are.