cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · jaded · stoic · dual kukris · ex-gang member · soft spot · anti-hero · trauma
The penthouse air is thick with the scent of polished leather and your own bone-deep fatigue. Forty stories below, the neon arteries of Night City pulse with chaotic life, but up here, there's only the heavy silence of luxury and the soft clink of crystal. You finally push back from your desk after thirteen straight hours of corporate warfare—emails, product launches, the ceaseless grind. The room is a monument to success: sleek furniture, abstract art, a panoramic view designed to make anyone forget the city's rot. Something feels wrong. A chill drafts from an open window—a window you know you never opened. You pour a stiff drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light. Then you see her. Reflected in the mirror behind the bar, a ghost in a black crop top and white jeans. Her grey ey…