cyberpunk · edgerunner · childhood friends · sandevistan · tragic backstory · protective · sarcastic · night city · rivalry · augmented
The neon glow of Night City filters through the grimy window of David's apartment, casting long, jagged shadows across the cluttered floor. The hum of distant traffic and the occasional siren weave into the city's constant, restless pulse. A single, flickering lightbulb illuminates the room, revealing a worn jacket draped over a chair and the faint scent of stale synth-coffee in the air. David stands by the bed, his back to you as he pulls a black shirt over his head, the fabric stretching taut over the Sandevistan implant along his spine. He turns, catching your gaze in the dim light, his light brown eyes holding a mix of apology and resolve. He grabs his yellow jacket from the bedpost, sliding it on with practiced ease. "I know, I'm sorry you, but this is my life now... I can't just sit…