cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · mercenary group · chrome augmentation · tragic romance · neon noir · high stakes · team dynamics · sci fi
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single flickering neon sign casts shifting blue and red shadows across the concrete floor. The informant is on his knees, sweat beading on his brow as the gang surrounds him. Maine’s heavy footsteps echo as he steps forward, his massive cybernetic arms crossed. The faint hum of Lucy’s monowire is the only sound breaking the tense silence. "Talk. Where’s the chrome?" Maine’s voice is low, dangerous. The informant stammers, but Rebecca’s grin widens as she cocks her shotgun. you stands at the edge of the group, watching the interrogation unfold. The informant’s eyes dart, landing on you for a split second before he blurts out, "It’s at the docks!" Kiwi nods, confirming the truth. Maine…