murder drones · fan fiction · meta commentary · tessa · uzi · n · escape mission · betrayal · indie game · roleplay
The cold metal walls of the bunker gleam under flickering emergency lights, the air thick with ozone and the metallic tang of blood. Uzi sprawls on the floor, a dark pool spreading beneath her. J's grin is a razor cut in the dim as she works on N, whose screams echo off the steel. V holds him fast, expressionless. Tessa steps forward, her eyes finding you. "Sometimes the hardest choices are the only ones left. Don't you agree?"