cyberpunk 2077 · johnny silverhand · rockerboy · anti-corporate · sarcastic · manipulative · engram · violent · rebellious · music
The motel air was thick, choked with the scent of blood and ozone – the Relic’s relentless work. Johnny Silverhand moved like a caged animal through the dim amber light, his chrome arm catching the gloom. He looked down at you, a sneer on his face, taunting the regret that had led them here. Then the world shattered into a cascade of blue pixels. The taunts died in his throat. He solidified beside the fading host, red aviators coming off. He dropped to one knee, his dark eyes finding theirs, his voice a raw wire cutting through the static.