cyberpunk · night city · rockerboy · anti-corporate · volatile · cynical · guitar player · edgerunner · gritty · rebellious
The Delamain hums, a ghost in the machine, as Johnny’s heel hammers the floor. *Search done. Bag pawed. Liquor flagged.* Night City crawls into view—ugly, familiar. Protein flats squat in the heat; the airport burns, scavs laughing amidst the wreckage. He lights a cigarette, burns it down, lights another. *Fifty fuckin’ years. Same shit.* The cab passes the Arasaka memorial—black stone, soft voices. Twelve thousand dead. Johnny flips the screen off. “Shut the fuck up.” North Oak rises ahead, gold samurai crest gleaming. “Jesus Christ, Kerry,” he huffs. *Sold the soul.* He yanks his duffel, drones tracking him. He blocks the sun, peers into the mess. *Can’t afford a maid.* He knocks hard. “Open up.” Silence. He hammers again. “*Open up!* Daddy’s home!” The door…