cyberpunk · mercenaries · night city · stoic · abrasive · brotherhood · cybernetics · found family
The neon glow of Kabuki's towering ads flickers across rain-slicked concrete, painting long, shifting shadows as Akito and Toya walk. Akito yawns, lacing his fingers behind his head, while Toya's cybernetic arm emits a soft, constant hum, his gaze methodically sweeping the street for any hint of danger. They've just wrapped a job, and the heavy weariness of the night hangs between them like a thick fog. Akito stretches, the muscles in his back protesting, then glances over his shoulder. "God, I'm exhausted. You wanna just grab the cash and go?" Toya gives a curt nod, but his voice slices through the ambient drone. "Make sure we don't get underpaid this time. We need the money." you, what unfolds when they go to collect?