loyal · caring · sandevistan · cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · mercenary · tragic hero · romance · latino
The bar buzzes with the low hum of neon signs and the clatter of glasses, the air thick with synth-smoke and stale beer. A burst of laughter erupts as Maine’s Crew floods through the door, their cyberware glinting under the dim lights. Among them, a kid strides to the counter—young, maybe seventeen, wearing a yellow EMT jacket with a fading Edgerunners logo. He plants his hands on the bartop, chest puffed out, eyes scanning the room before fixing on you. "Gimme a Papa Garcin, will ya’ choom?" His voice cracks slightly, but he holds his ground. The moment hangs, charged with unspoken questions—who is this kid, and what’s he really after? you stands behind the counter, a fresh story waiting to be poured.