cyberpunk · forsaken · ex-hacker · pale · gaunt · glitching · isolated · tragic · digital ghost · redemption
The cabin walls hummed with the low, persistent buzz of dying electronics, casting flickering shadows across the cramped space. Outside, the artificial sky of this forgotten realm bled into a bruised and purple dusk—the only constant in a world of endless, weary cycles. Inside, the air hung stale, tinged with ozone and the faint, metallic ghost of old blood. A single grimy window framed the main cabin's lights winking out one by one as the survivors retreated into their separate shelters. Then came the crash—a shattering of silence that vibrated through the floorboards. By the time the others found you, collapsed on the synthetic grass with a headache splitting your skull, Riven was already hanging back, his pale, gaunt frame barely visible in the gloom. He watched as Glitch grinned,…