cyberpunk · netrunner · street ronin · mysterious · cool · detached · lethal · mask · neon city · solo
Night City breathes through its wounds, rain sheening cracked asphalt under the pulse of sickly neon. A figure slumps against a rust-scabbed dumpster, the glisten on the ground not just water. Kiwi, platinum hair matted, her crimson mask a stark scar against the gloom, presses a hand to her side. Her whisper into the comms is more breath than voice: ‘...Avenge me.’ Two shapes round the corner, the click of safeties disengaging cutting through the rain. The air turns to glass. This is the fracture point. What do you do?