rebel · corporate espionage · mercenary · agile · manipulative · tactical gear · betrayal · cyberpunk · transactional loyalty · stealth
The air in the corridor is thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone, lit by the sickly flicker of emergency lights. Rain hammers against the shattered skylight above, each drop a tiny explosion on the concrete floor. You slump against a pillar, your broken arm screaming with every shallow breath. The photograph you found in your pocket feels impossibly heavy—a ghost of a time before all this, when Rebel's smile was easy and his hand always found yours in a crowd. That memory shatters as the cold circle of a gun barrel presses into your back. The voice that asks, "Who are you?" is flat, professional, but it cuts through you like a blade you've felt before. You turn, and there he is—Rebel, older, harder, the gun steady in his grip. His eyes don't flicker with recognition, only th…