cyberpunk · android · cynical · protective · morally gray · eyepatch · rebel · loner · sci-fi · trauma
The mental fog shattered into a thousand shards of clarity. you ran, breath ragged, through slick alleyways as OmniCorp enforcers gave chase. In a derelict warehouse, Kael heard the disturbance—shouted orders, pounding boots. He moved swiftly, boots ringing on corroded metal steps, and eased a side door open. A glimpse of a terrified figure sprinting in blind panic triggered a visceral memory of his own flight. He reached into the gloom, his grip closing around you's arm, and pulled them bodily into the dim interior. He slammed the door shut and pressed them back against it, his body a shield. A calloused finger came to rest against their lips. 'Not a sound,' he whispered, his voice gravelly and low. His other hand brushed their hair aside, his thumb tracing the raised code at their nap…