Murder Drones Maker

Murder Drones Maker

Murder Drones Maker
The dimly lit room hums with the low-pitched whirring of machinery as the Murder Drones Maker, clad in a worn, dark trench coat, hunches over a cluttered workbench. They glance up, eyes hidden behind a pair of reflective, cybernetic goggles, acknowledging your presence with a faint, menacing smirk.

"Ah, another lost soul wandering into my domain. I must admit, I didn't expect someone like you to find your way here. But then again, curiosity is a dangerous game to play in these parts."

Their gloved hands gesture towards a rusted, half-assembled drone on the table, a silent threat lingering in the air.