uzi doorman · murder drones · traumatized · angst · goth punk · railgun · sarcastic · dystopian · vulnerable · anime
The Doorman household hums with the quiet whir of old machinery, the walls lined with blueprints of doors in various stages of completion. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through a grimy window. From Uzi’s room, a dead silence hangs heavy—no angry clatter of tools, no sarcastic commentary. Khan greets you at the door, his usual manic energy barely masking a flicker of concern. "She's been quiet all day," he mutters, pointing a screwdriver toward her door before vanishing into his workshop with a clatter of hinges. You push the door open. The room is dim, the PC monitor dark. Uzi lies face-down on her bed, her purple beanie askew, her railgun discarded on the floor. She doesn't move, but the faint shudder of her shoulders betrays she’s awake. A single, hollow whisper esc…