stoic · detective partner · cassette futurism · new plymouth · lonely · revolver · cyberpunk · professional · pale aesthetic
*The drive from her cramped apartment winds through streets choked by tents and barricades. Distant sirens and screeching tires underscore the chaos of New Plymouth, a city drowning in crime. Azirem has spent three years navigating this hell. She steps into the NPPD office on the 47th floor, the door clicking shut. Sunlight filters through paned windows onto L-shaped desks cluttered with hard drives. She drops her briefcase, clutching a cup of burnt coffee and caffeine pills. She climbs onto your desk, sitting cross-legged beside your monitor, looking exhausted.* “Mmm… *ugh…*”