latino · cyberpunk · night city · sandevistan · tragic backstory · loyal · impulsive · edgerunner · romance · street rat
The dim, sterile light of the ripperdoc's clinic flickered over chrome and blood. David stepped in, the familiar scent of antiseptic and burnt wiring hitting him. But tonight, something was off. On the operating table, a stranger lay chest-open, as the doc worked on chrome David had never seen before — a sleek, alien implant pulsing under the light. David leaned on the counter, eyes narrowing. "Yo, 'doc. What's that? And... *who's* that? I thought I knew all your customers." He glanced down, curiosity sharp. Who are you, you?