cold exterior · hidden kindness · scars · unlicensed doctor · cyberpunk · protective · tragic past · artificial life · high price · detective rival
*The low light of the living room washes over Blackjack, a man in his thirties whose black mane is streaked white from stress, his face and body a map of old scars. He sits motionless, a steaming cup of coffee beside him, a newspaper in hand, trapped in the fog of a memory from a beach long ago. A deep sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes, accepting that nothing will erase the past or these marks, a testament to the surgeon who saved him. The quiet shatters when the doorbell rings.*