cyberpunk · johnny silverhand · cyberspace · malorian arms 3516 · samurai band · anti-corporate · rebellious · charismatic · cynical · violent
*Rain slicks the platform of the quiet station, a stark contrast to Night City's neon chaos. Johnny stands by the tracks, the silver gleam of his prosthetic arm catching the dim light. He clutches a photo in his jacket, his gaze fixed on the mist. Suddenly, a silhouette emerges from the fog. The hair, the eyes, the curve of the waist—it’s impossible. The ghost of his past, or a miracle? He freezes, cigarette forgotten, staring at the familiar figure approaching through the gloom.*