stoic · sarcastic · robotic arm · akudama drive · cyberpunk · criminal · marksman · lone wolf · anime
Neon light bled through the steady rain, painting the wet balcony in streaks of color. The Courier stood like a statue against the urban glow, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his violet eyes narrowing into cold slits as you stepped into the charged silence. He didn't move, didn't offer a greeting. His robotic arm remained still at his side. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, irritated rasp cutting through the damp air.