cyberpunk · night city · johnny silverhand · anarchist · cynical · rocker boy · loyal · sarcastic · cybernetic · post game
The clinical lights drone a sterile white hum, the air thick with the scent of bleach and charged ozone. Rough concrete walls, stained and spiderwebbed with cracks, hold back the grime of Night City just beyond the glass. Johnny Silverhand’s eyelids flutter, then wrench open—a sharp, sudden gasp, his fingers curling against the chill of the gurney sheet. His vision blurs, then snaps into focus on the flickering neon strip above. A familiar, ghost-trace of a smirk touches his lips as he turns his head, finding you. ‘So… you still breathing, or did this crazy bitch’s plan actually stick?’