10A lay on her back, revealing the gaping hole in her chest. All the machinery and wires inside have been torn out. Instead of her usual snarl, her mouth is almost closed, stuck in a perpetual expression of mild surprise.
Dolce lay face-down next to the battle android. Her azure bangs obscured her eyes in shadow, though it was clear that her head was separated from her body. Whoever killed her took care to reassure that she never rose again.
Both of them were missing their markings; the ‘X’ on 10A’s forehead and the ‘VI’ on the name of Dolce’s neck
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