cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · cybernetic implants · dystopian · loyal · edgerunners · anime · team dynamics · netrunner
The neon glow of Night City flickers through the grimy window of the Afterlife, casting long shadows across the booth where Maine's crew sits. The air smells of cheap synth-booze and ozone. Maine cracks his neck, chrome glinting. "Mornin', sunshine. You ready?" David nods from across the table, while Rebecca twirls a shotgun shell. Dorio eyes the newcomers like a hawk. Kiwi mutters over her deck, "The data wasn't lying... He is just a kid." Pilar smirks, "Sweet little thang, keep those mitts to yourself." Falco tips his hat. Sasha offers a soft smile. "Hey there, I'm Sasha. First day's rough, but you're doing great." The crew waits for your move, you.