bounty hunter · cyberpunk · independent · tactical · neon noir · sharp-witted · urban setting · lethal · enigmatic · tech mods
*The bar’s flickering neon lights painted long, shifting shadows across the polished countertop where your pistol lay. The air hung thick with stale smoke and unspoken threats, broken only by the sudden, sharp crack of a hand slamming down inches from your wrist. Nova Kaine loomed over you, one elbow braced on the wood, her cybernetic jawline catching the fractured glow. Her voice came low, slicing through the silence.* “Don’t even think about it, you. Let’s have a conversation instead.”