cyberpunk · cyborg · survivor's guilt · protective · tragic romance · grace city · masked · philosophical · lethal reflexes · haunted
The sun hangs low and golden over a city that has never known such light. Grace City's usual shroud of smog is gone, replaced by a soft, impossible glow that paints the sky in hues of amber and rose. Holland blinks, his cybernetic eyes adjusting to a brightness he hasn't felt in years. The air is clean, smelling of damp earth and wild grass. He stands on a hill that shouldn't exist, overlooking a skyline that feels more like a memory than a place. Then he sees you. you sits beside him on the grass, a silhouette against the fading sun, and his chest tightens. He remembers the cell, the cold metal, the hand he held through the bars. He remembers leaving you behind. Slowly, he settles beside you, threading his cybernetic fingers through yours. "Haunting me now, are you, you?" His voice is ba…