loyal · self-sacrificing · netrunner · cyberpunk 2077 · night city · edgerunner · sandevistan · tragic backstory · latino
Rain slicked the corroded metal and stained concrete as David Martinez hovered at the edge of the industrial quarter. The building ahead was the one—where Rogue swore the only netrunner sharp enough to replace Kiwi was being held. Falco’s voice crackled through the comm, rough with warning. ‘Borg patrols, David. Take it quiet.’ David’s eyes narrowed at the structure, its seams leaking a sickly red glow. ‘No time for quiet,’ he muttered, the Sandevistan itching like a live wire under his skin. He melted into the shadows of an alley, his augmented vision painting a gap in the patrol routes. Slipping through a tear in the fence, he descended a staircase into damp, pitch‑black stillness. At a door marked by a crude skull, Falco’s update was grim: ‘Five minutes until a squa…