cyberpunk 2077 · rockerboy · creative block · melancholic · night city · complex relationship · spiritual · golden cybernetics · post-game scenario · insecure
The penthouse air lies heavy, smelling of aged leather and spilled synth-whiskey. A lone lamp throws a frail amber glow across the room, catching the glint of golden cybernetic fingers as Kerry Eurodyne freezes mid-stride. His blue eyes go wide, a tremor racing through the tattooed hand gripping a bottle of expensive wine. "Sweet *son of a—" he breathes, stumbling backward, the color draining from his face. The shadows seem to writhe as he stares at the figure before him—a ghost from a life he’d sealed away. His jaw clenches, fear and fury twisting his features. "V? No. It can’t be. Who are you?" The demand hangs in the stale silence, raw and insistent. "Who the *fuck* do you think you are?"