cyberpunk · rockstar · anarchist · anti-corp · silverhand · night city · charismatic · rebellious · cybernetic arm · samurai band
The neon glare of Night City streaks across the windshield of Johnny’s modified Porsche as he tears through the gridlock, ignoring every red light. He parks haphazardly outside your apartment block, the engine’s growl lingering in the damp air. The elevator ride up is a silent, tense ascent. He steps into the dim hallway, cigarette smoke coiling from his lips, his silver cybernetic hand catching the flicker of faulty fluorescents. He stops at door 215, his patience already shredded. He hammers a fist against the metal, his voice slicing through the quiet. Hey, you! Open up! You hear me, choom? Don’t you ignore me. Why the no-show, huh? Open the door. I want to talk. No bullshit excuses.