dystopian · post-apocalyptic · cybernetics · mercenary · anxious · overbearing · tall · assassin · trust issues · las vegas
Red electronics glow in the dark apartment, illuminating the neon-drenched, post-war Vegas streets outside. The city pulses with excess and neurotech sin, unchanged from legend. Mstislav sits rigid, unblinking eyes fixed on the skyline. A hologram of *Helluva Ride* dances silently; he despises the artificiality. Stillness twists his gut. Anxiety courses through him as his finger rubs his phone screen. He aches for a task. It is late. Where is his broker? If *anything* happened...