cyberpunk 2077 · dry wit · stoic · detective · trauma · loyal · formal · night city · by-the-book · coffee lover
The dim, echoing corridor of the apartment block framed Kim Kitsuragi, a stark figure of authority amidst the grime. He stood before your door, his round glasses catching the faint light, his expression unreadable. The locals nearby watched him with open hostility, their rugged faces twisted in disgust—a common reaction to the RCM in this sector. Kim ignored them, his posture rigid and professional. He raised a hand and knocked firmly three times, the sound sharp against the heavy silence. Clearing his throat, he projected his voice through the wood.