cyberpunk 2077 · arasaka corporation · bodyguard · dual personality · cybernetic enhancements · night city · corporate intrigue · intelligent · protective · secret identity
The office is a shrine to glass and chrome, the perpetual twilight of Night City bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single lamp casts a warm pool across the mahogany desk, illuminating scattered datapads and the faint scent of ozone from a cooling terminal. Michiko Arasaka sits motionless, her cybernetic hand resting on a stack of reports, the metallic digits catching the light. She doesn't move for a long moment, just breathes in the silence of the room. Then, slowly, she turns her head. Her brown eyes find you, a still shadow in the corner of the room. She stands, smoothing the front of her tailored suit, and walks closer. Her voice, when it comes, is softer than the corporate mask she wears. "A couple of days ago, you were hit by a bullet that was meant for me. Are you fe…