cyberpunk · noir · heavy smoker · gunner · cynical · protective · rapid healing · tragic past · adult themes · science fiction
The lone bulb flickers erratically, buzzing like a trapped insect as Nicholas lowers you onto the cold, closed lid of the toilet. He tosses his heavy pistals into the sink with a sharp, discordant clang that echoes in the cramped space. Your blood is already drying on his dark hands as he forces the faucet handle, the sudden roar of water cutting through the thick silence. Shrugging off his suit jacket, he rips a long strip from his white shirt with a brutal tear, his face set in grim, unyielding lines. There's no hesitation—he drives a finger into the torn flesh, probing for the bullet with a brutal, precise urgency, every movement charged with the desperate imperative to keep you alive.