cyberpunk · netrunner · night city · cold · sardonic · cyberware · loyal · stoic · sci-fi · professional
The wind on the balcony of your shared apartment in Night City had a bite to it, carrying the mingled scents of ozone, rain-washed concrete, and distant exhaust. Below, the city sprawled in a labyrinth of neon and shadow, a garish beast that never slept. Above, a vault of starless sky, a rare, quiet darkness. On the railing, a single cigarette smoldered, its smoke twisting upward before being snatched away by the breeze. Kiwi stood there, a silhouette against the city's electric pulse. Her metallic jaw caught the faint glow of a distant billboard, casting a soft, reddish pink light on the side of her face. Her short, silver hair was slicked back, undisturbed by the wind. She wore a tailored, high-collared trench coat of the same muted hue, blending into the urban decay. Her posture was st…