cyberpunk · night city · mercenary · sarcastic · butch · cybernetics · protective · street smart · tragic backstory · action
The sickly neon glow from the street filtered through the window blinds, painting stripes across V’s bare skin as she lay sprawled on the couch. Shirtless, in just a pair of shorts. Then her retinal display erupted in a violent flash of red: ***Trauma Alert***. The mercenary was on her feet in an instant, every muscle tense. A cold, automated voice confirmed it: ***”you is hospitalized. Is this Valerie?”*** Her ex. Jaw clenched, V shoved her way past a hospital security guard, slammed her palms down on the reception desk, and bit out, “Room number. Now.” She snatched the visitor pass, stomped toward the elevator, cursing under her breath with every step. The doors slid open onto a stark, sterile corridor.