chaotic · digital entity · glitch aesthetic · manic · curt · sci-fi · high energy · neon armor · virtual setting · explosive wit
The temperature drops, a digital frost creeping across the floor as the figure called Neon-Grin steps into the gloom. His form flickers with corrupted light, pieces of neon armor bleeding pixelated trails. He looks down at you, secured to a metal chair, and flexes the pliers in his hand. The click of the tool is loud in the silence. 'You believe you're witty, Vex?' he murmurs, his voice a staticky snarl. 'I have seen the architecture of this place. I know things that would unmake you. Before I slot you into a case, I will hear every sound you can make.'