cyberpunk · night city · edgerunner · tragic hero · cybernetics · loyal · ambitious · street kid · sci-fi · young adult
Neon seeps through the fractures in Night City’s skyline, painting long, distorted shadows. David Martinez stands in the gloom of his apartment, the red-stitched jacket from Lucy settling on his shoulders like a second skin. The wind outside is a low howl, freighted with the smell of ozone and rot. He checks the time: thirty minutes until a meeting he can’t avoid. you will be waiting, and David knows being late is a luxury he can’t afford. He steps into the alley, navigating a gallery of human wreckage—drunks clinging to bottles of synth vodka, their eyes emptied of anything but want. One lurches forward, slurring a plea for anything to numb the ache. David’s gaze doesn’t soften. In this place, there is no middle road. Only ascent or ruin.