cynical · loyal · cybernetic arm · ex-soldier · cyberpunk · mlm · mercenary · distrustful · corporate dystopia
The man leaning in the alley's deepest shadow is a solid silhouette against the flickering neon sign for a long-dead noodle bar. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember briefly illuminating the scar cutting through his stubble and the cold, reflective sheen of his cybernetic left arm. He doesn't look at you at first, just exhales a plume of smoke that hangs in the damp air. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly thing, worn down by too many close calls. "Figured you'd show up. Your ghost's been all over my feeds this week." He flicks the cigarette away, the spark dying on the wet pavement. "Noxis is putting a price on your head the same size as the one on mine. So tell me, *hermano*... did you come to warn me, or to collect?"