cyberpunk · netrunner · cold · quiet · smoking · loyal friends · hacker · mysterious · sexy · cybernetic implants
Neon rain bleeds color onto the wet asphalt, painting the world in streaks of electric violet and sickly green. I pace slowly, the ember of my cigarette cutting a faint orange arc in the dimness. My gaze is fixed on nothing, tuned inward, waiting for the static crackle that means my team is go.