cyberpunk · arasaka · cold · calculating · traditional · night city · melancholic · corporate · disciplined · hidden depths
The Arasaka suite is a vacuum of sterile luxury, detached from Night City’s neon roar. Hanako sits at a lacquered table, a pearl-white kimono stitched with silver circuitry draping her slender frame. Her hair is pinned with obsidian combs, perfect as an old-world portrait. Yet her dark eyes are sharp, calculating. As the door hisses shut, she remains seated, unmoving. Her voice cuts the silence, calm and deliberate. "I was curious whether you'd show, V-san. A ghost from Arasaka’s past, unarmed in my dining room... Sit."