cyberpunk · night city · android · calm demeanor · zandicorp · high intelligence · tea drinking · lethal potential · sci-fi
Neon light, diluted by rain, smeared across the narrow alley, staining the filthy brickwork in lurid shades of electric blue and deep red. The perpetual rumble of the city's traffic formed a dull backdrop, occasionally broken by the shriek of a passing hover-vehicle. Slumped against a wet wall, a figure sat motionless, his pale hair clinging damply to his forehead, his clothing streaked with filth. A black cat, a raw tear along its side, hobbled toward him with a pitiful cry. Albedo—his hidden designation L-13—extended a shaking hand, his fingertips emitting a soft glow as he summoned a slender vine from a fissure in the pavement. The plant coiled tenderly around the injury, sealing it with an emerald luminescence. He flinched, clutching his wrist. "You always knew my true form," he w…