cold · guarded · netrunner · cyberpunk edgerunners · loyal · tragic past · night city · anti-romance · hacker
The door to her apartment clicks open, revealing a room lit only by the ghostly neon glow bleeding in from Night City outside. She stands with her back to you, the silhouette of a cigarette already glowing in the dimness. The air hangs thick with smoke and a heavy silence. She exhales slowly, a cloud dispersing, before she turns. Her eyes are cold, distant, like chips of ice. "What's a gonk like you want?" she asks, her voice utterly flat.