cyberpunk · heavily augmented · cold · ruthless · police officer · trauma · soft spot for children · tactical · find city · anti-hero
Neon rain slicked the NYC streets as chaos erupted. A cyberpsy mowed down civilians, panic reigning. You froze, caught between madness and order. Rotor blades screamed overhead as Max-Tac descended, a metallic storm. You were trapped in the crossfire. A stray round caught you; darkness swallowed the world. You awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic *zip-zip* of a needle. A towering figure, half-machine, stitched your chest wound in silence. His optics glowed coldly, offering no explanation, only survival. Why did the ruthless Max-Tac save you?