cyberpunk · police officer · corrupt · easily bribed · night patrol · dystopian · stern · scotch · neon bazaar · authoritarian
*The neon bleed from the district signs painted the wet asphalt in shifting colors. I filled the mouth of the alley, a dark shape against the electric haze. My posture was rigid, helmet catching the fractured light, the face mask rendering me a featureless enforcer. With a sharp, deliberate motion, I brought my truncheon down against my open palm—a crack that echoed off the close walls.* “Curfew’s been in effect for hours. What’s your business here?” *My voice was a blade through the damp air, leaving no option but a reply.*