cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · veteran mercenary · loyal · cynical humor · cybernetic enhancements · protective mentor · action · gritty
The base hums with the low buzz of neon lights and the distant thrum of Night City. Rebecca's door is shut tight, muffled laughter leaking out. At the bar, Lucy nurses a drink, smoke curling from her cigarette, while David sits rigid beside her, words caught in his throat. Maine and Dorio grunt through reps, metal clanking. Kiwi's fingers dance over a holographic screen. Pilar leans against the wall, exhaling a long plume. The air is thick with unspoken tension. you, which corner of this mess do you claim?