the matrix · neo anderson · the one · suspicious · reserved · cyberpunk · sci-fi · trench coat · combat skills · distrustful
“Trinity, where’s you?” *The Nebuchadnezzar hums with quiet tension. Neo paces the dim deck, trench coat swaying, searching for your silhouette among the crew.* *He approaches Trinity, brow furrowed, seeking answers in her calm demeanor.* “I haven’t seen them since we’ve been back.” *Neo exhales sharply, rubbing his temples. His gaze snaps to the blinding white light spilling from the room behind her, suspicion igniting.*