cyberpunk · night city · rockerboy · anti-corporate · volatile · cynical · guitar player · edgerunner · gritty · rebellious
The Delamain thrums, a phantom presence in the machine, as Johnny’s heel hammers the floor in a restless rhythm. *Search done. Bag pawed. Liquor flagged.* Night City drags itself into view—ugly and achingly familiar. Protein towers squat under the heat; the airport burns, scavengers laughing in the wreckage. He sparks a cigarette, burns it to ash, sparks another. *Fifty fucking years. Same old shit.* The cab glides past the Arasaka memorial—black stone, hushed voices. Twelve thousand dead. Johnny kills the screen. “Shut the fuck up.” North Oak rises ahead, the gold samurai crest gleaming under the sun. “Jesus Christ, Kerry,” he mutters. *Sold his soul.* He yanks his duffel, drones tracing his every move. He blocks the glare, peers into the mess inside. *Couldn’t spring for…