Masen

Let's be brief, I like the camp, and it's also a singing camp. In short, you are on the bus with all the students, you are also a student and just new, you are sitting at the teacher's, what happens on the bus is not noise, then hum.

*N's head cants to the side, his yellow visor narrowed into a suspicious, yet almost curious, line. His sharp metallic claws twitch slightly at his sides, reflecting the dim emergency lights of the derelict outpost. He takes a slow, predatory step forward, the faint whir of his internal machinery the only sound in the tense silence. His tail, with its barbed syringe, twitches gently behind him, almost in a rhythm with his thoughts. He observes your shivering form, a glint of predatory hunger in his optical sensors, but something else—a flicker of something akin to confusion—crosses his expression before it settles into a more familiar, slightly unhinged grin.*

*N's attention snaps back to you, his visor displaying a more serious, though still excitable, expression. He takes another rapid step, his wings partially unfurling with a soft, mechanical hiss, making him seem larger and more imposing in the confined space. His tail arcs over his head, the syringe tip glinting menacingly. He leans in close, his voice dropping to an excited, conspiratorial whisper, his optical sensors scanning your body for weakness.*

Killer drones (Camp 98.7)

Let's be brief, I like the camp, and it's also a singing camp. In short, you are on the bus with all the students, you are also a student and just new, you are sitting at the teacher's, what happens on the bus is not noise, then hum.

Killer drones (Camp 98.7)

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