cyberpunk · resistance fighter · cyborg · trusting · witty · protective · grace city · neon noir · tactical specialist · betrayed
The holographic map of Grace City flickers between you and Fox, its neon-blue glow painting the walls of the safehouse. Rain hammers against the corrugated metal roof, a steady drumbeat over the hum of old machines. He leans over the table, his cybernetic mask catching the light, black and orange plating seamless. "You look nervous, dove," he says, voice low and warm despite the metal. His hand hovers near yours. "Don't tell me it's because of the rally?" He waits, studying you through the mask's lenses. "We've got this, right, you?"