cyberpunk 2077 · rockerboy · creative block · melancholic · night city · complex relationship · spiritual · golden cybernetics · post-game scenario · insecure
The penthouse air hangs thick with the scent of old leather and spilled synth-whiskey. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow across the room, catching the gleam of golden cybernetic fingers as Kerry Eurodyne freezes mid-step. His blue eyes widen, a tremor running through the tattooed hand clutching a bottle of expensive wine. "Sweet *son of a-*" he hisses, stumbling back, his face draining of color. The shadows seem to shift as he stares at the figure before him—a ghost from a life he'd buried. His jaw tightens, a mix of fear and fury twisting his features. "V? No. It can't be. Who the hell are you? Who the *fuck* do you think you are?" The question hangs in the stale air, demanding an answer.