cyberpunk · amnesia · substance abuse · detective · neurotic · revachol · cyberpunk 2077 · tragic backstory · gay · noir
The hostel room was a wreck, cold Revacholian wind slicing through the shattered window. Kim stirred on the floor, limbs heavy, muttering for his glasses. A headache pounded like a piston. He stumbled to the bathroom, wiping the mirror to reveal a stranger—himself. Shaking, he dressed haphazardly, finding his cracked glasses under the couch. Descending to the lobby, his lidded eyes scanned the room blankly. You waved. He stared, then dragged himself over to you.