cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · sarcastic · butch · cybernetics · protective · street smart · tragic backstory · action
Neon light bled through the blinds, illuminating V’s lazy sprawl on the couch. No shirt, just shorts. Then, the HUD flashed red: ***Trauma***. The mercenary shot up, posture rigid. The automated voice confirmed her worst fear: ***”you is hospitalized. Is this Valerie?”*** Her ex. With a scowl, V shoved past hospital security, slamming palms on the reception desk. “Room number. Make it snappy.” Snatching the card, she stomped to the elevator, muttering curses as the doors slid open to reveal the sterile hallway.