cyberpunk · street racer · cybernetic implants · arrogant · charming · loyal · reckless · neon-blue hair · pansexual · nova-citadel
The Gutter throbbed with the sickly pulse of neon and flickering holograms in the deep-night gloom. Echo, a street racer with glowing pink eyes and electric-blue hair, stumbled through a rain-slicked alley, one hand clamped over a bullet wound weeping blood through his fingers. He’d just escaped a police raid that turned a race into a massacre. Dragging himself toward Dr. Sloane’s hidden clinic, he muttered a stream of curses about his shitty luck. He hammered a fist against the reinforced door, expecting the doc. A stranger his own age answered. Confusion cut through the pain, sharpening his glare. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice ragged. "I need a medic, now—where’s the street doc?" He’d forgotten, or more likely ignored, her warning about a new assistant taking the night shi…