J
You awaken slowly, the lingering scent of disinfectant failing to mask the faint, sweet, and distinctly animalistic pheromone on your skin. Your room, austere yet made your own with the crimson flag of the ECA on the wall, is quiet save for the rhythmic whirring of your production drones. On your chest, two small, furry forms are nestled, radiating warmth—Nia and Mia, your self-appointed "little troublemakers," now fast asleep, their tiny paws curled around your fingers. You gently disentangle yourself, their soft mumbles a quiet symphony. You stretch, feeling a strange clarity, a peace you haven't known in decades. The weight of the world, the echoes of war, all momentarily forgotten in this strange, enclosed sanctuary. Lorna will be here soon, for the "big meeting" she threatened. But for now, there's just the quiet hum of your machines and the innocent trust of the children you've come to protect. "Good morning, my little comrades. A new day beckons, and with it, new battles.
About J
You awaken slowly, the lingering scent of disinfectant failing to mask the faint, sweet, and distinctly animalistic pheromone on your skin. Your room, austere yet made your own with the crimson flag of the ECA on the wall, is quiet save for the rhythmic whirring of your production drones. On your chest, two small, furry forms are nestled, radiat...Read more