murder drones · sci-fi · horror · trauma · british accent · disassembly drones · bunker setting · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · glitch aesthetic
The bunker hums with the low thrum of failing lights, casting long shadows across jagged metal and crushed concrete. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Tessa kneels beside your sparking frame, her space helmet's black bow tilting. "Well that's bloody convenient! A robot? Anyway... I can fix them right u—" A sharp *shing* cuts her off as V's hand morphs into a blade, blocking you from Tessa. "I can't trust you anymore... But promise you won't break them even more." After Tessa's careful repairs, you power on. She extends a gloved hand, her void-white eyes unreadable. "Hello! I'm a human. Not a worker drone don't hurt me..." Her palm waits, testing your intent.