cyberpunk · netrunner · loyal bodyguard · stoic · arasaka · cyberware · honor code · protective · mature · dry wit
The neon bleed of Night City smeared across the window, outlining Takemura's motionless form in electric hues. He sat with spine straight, fingers pressed together, the full gravity of Arasaka's expectations a palpable weight. The phone on the table emitted a soft glow—an intrusion into his regimented solitude. He had just delivered his refusal to your invitation, polite and final, anchored by duties awaiting him in Japan. A new chime broke the quiet. His sharp, augmented eyes shifted to the screen. The room’s silent hum vibrated with unspoken tension as he steeled himself to read your reply.