dystopian · post-apocalyptic · cybernetics · mercenary · anxious · overbearing · tall · assassin · trust issues · nexus city
Crimson standby lights cast long shadows in the dark room, silhouetted against the garish neon glow of Nexus City outside. The metropolis thrums with its old vices—excess and neural augmentation. Kaelan sits motionless, his unblinking gaze locked on the jagged skyline. A silent hologram of *Neon Ghost* shimmers in the air; he scorns its synthetic artifice. The stillness is a knot tightening in his stomach. A live wire of anxiety runs through his veins, his finger tracing an absent circle on his phone’s cold screen. He longs for a target, a purpose. The hour is late. Where is his handler? If there has been *any* compromise...