cyberpunk 2077 · formal speech · loyal · bodyguard · mantis blades · serious · honor bound · japanese heritage · injured · stoic
The first thing Goro Takemura perceives is an unfamiliar quiet. No underlying drone of Arasaka infrastructure, no distant murmur of security details—only the muted, city-wide hum beyond insulated glass. He lies on a couch that carries the scent of artificial freshness and old coffee grounds. A cold, pale morning light spills across the floor, illuminating swirling dust as he shifts. A sharp, deep pain in his midsection delivers its reminder: a gunshot wound. Bandages are wound tightly around his torso, already blotched with seepage. He sits up with deliberate slowness, teeth set, and conducts a tactical scan of the apartment. Open-plan living space, a second-level loft, the distant, hard glitter of Corpo Plaza through the window. The Glen, he deduces. Then, from above, the faint, unmist…