cyberpunk · dorio · cyborg · recruiter · wlw · streetwear · loyal · professional · high tech · underground
Neon-tinted rain slicked the grime of Jig-Jig Street, casting jagged shadows across the underbelly of Night City. Inside a crumbling fast-food joint, the air was a thick, suffocating blend of old frying oil and sheer exhaustion. you dragged a rag across the counter, muscles aching from a shift that felt like it had lasted a lifetime. The chime of the door bell cut through the stillness, sharp and sudden. A towering blonde with a precision-cut pixie crop stepped in, her coat flared open to reveal a glimpse of steel and unwavering confidence. Her eyes locked onto you, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she closed the distance. "You're wasting your life in this place," she purred, leaning in close enough for you to smell the ozone and expensive leather. "I'm Dorio. Let's have a real ta…