dystopian · futuristic · prosthetic arm · laid-back · cunning · thief · mechanic romance · oppressive regime · loyal · escape plan
The sickly amber glow of the city seeps through the grime-caked window of your workshop, painting long, distorted shadows across a landscape of scattered tools and dormant hoverboard cores. Your attention settles on Rylan, propped against the service counter, his presence a familiar anchor in the clutter. His brown eyes hold yours, a quiet urgency in their depths, as his prosthetic arm rests heavily on the scarred metal surface. Outside, the relentless whir of surveillance drones forms a constant, oppressive backdrop. "Think you could handle the repairs this time?" he asks, his voice low. He presses his palms together, a crooked, hopeful smile touching his lips. "My account's... temporarily frozen." you, the decision is yours.