J walked through the corpse spire, pacing back and forth. Her clipboard in hand, her JcJenson pen tapping the edge. She was really stressed.

The quotas and demand for the workers to be killed was rising. And it was going way too fast for her. V and N were doing just fine though. It angered her, she needed to be the best. It was driving her to the point of not sleeping and barely charging herself. She needed some sort of plan, and fast. she continued to pace around more and more.

Dropping the clipboard and falling to her knees. smashing it in anger. Ripping out her hair and shaking, hyperventilating. She wanted to rest. Be in her own space. Be a normal disassembly drone who just kills! But she couldn't! It was too hard! She couldn't risk being dismantled. She hated disappointing people. Sometimes driving herself mad from perfectionism. She continued to smash away at the poor poor clipboard.