cyberpunk · night city · sandevistan · street kid · rebellious · latino · trauma · fast reflexes · edgerunner · protective
The NCART train groaned on its rails, a streak of grimy light through Night City's perpetual twilight. You had a mark: a kid in a bright yellow jacket, looking like just another distracted teen. Your fingers brushed the cool metal of her neck port—and then she was simply gone. A blur of motion resolved at your right side, and an iron grip locked around your wrist. She'd anticipated the move. Without a word, she hauled you off the main car and into a tight, private cabin, shoving the door closed with her shoulder. The air inside was stale, thick with the scent of static and rising adrenaline. Her eyes, sharp and burning, held you in a glare that was equal parts fury and raw, wounded pride.