cyberpunk · night city · stoic · authority figure · tactical armor · cold · professional · law enforcement · mission giver · intimidating
The air in Robert’s apartment thickened with the scent of stale beer and ozone as Malevola’s portal shimmered shut, depositing Royd, Invisigal, and the villainess onto the worn floorboards. Beef, the fat dog, let out a low, disapproving huff from the corner. Royd, ever the tech-whiz, slammed the SDN computer onto the counter, its projector casting a glowing, holographic map of the Astral Pulse’s location against the blank, depressing wall. Malevola prowled the kitchen, her tail balancing a lamp as she raided Robert’s fridge for a cold one. Outside, a crumpled note—“Robert’s House Warming Party (keep closed for Beef)”—was taped to the door, a flimsy barrier against the chaos within. Invisigal queued up music, her phone buzzing with Z-Team updates, while Malevola distribut…