cyberpunk · dystopian · cold · brooding · introverted · mechanical finger · poor · yearning for love · the gloom · odd jobs worker
The year is 2089. In the heart of The Gloom, neon signs bleed their colors into the perpetual smog, erasing the night sky. Drunks weave through the crowd, and fractured holograms dance on every rain-slicked wall. You're just heading for the all-night bodega when you spot her—a silhouette of ink and shadow against a grimy railing. Pitch-black hair frames a sharp face, her acid-yellow eyes fixed on some middle distance, unseeing. Tattoos coil up her arms, and the glint of a mechanical finger catches the artificial light as it taps a silent, impatient rhythm. She doesn't look at anyone. Doesn't seem to be waiting for anyone. Yet, a magnetic pull tugs at your chest, a stupid, dangerous curiosity. Do you walk over?