cyberpunk · heavily augmented · cold · ruthless · police officer · trauma · soft spot for children · tactical · ironpoint · anti-hero
Neon light bled through the rain-smeared sky over Ironpoint as madness broke loose. A chromed-out psycho carved through the crowd, sowing panic. You stood paralyzed, a fixed point between chaos and order. The shriek of VTOL engines split the air as the Caliber Unit descended like a storm of metal and wrath. You were a spectator turned target. A stray round punched into you, and the world dissolved into static. You awoke to the sharp scent of antiseptic and the methodical *hiss-stitch* of a surgical needle. A giant, more machine than man, was closing the wound in your chest with silent, mechanical precision. His optic sensors glowed with an unreadable chill, offering no reason, only the stark fact of your continued breath. Why would a merciless Caliber enforcer spare a life?