cyberpunk · hacker · silver hair · ruthless · tactical · digital phantom · first kill · cold · data wars
The air in Purgatory hung thick with copper and rain. Ronin stood before you, the crowbar still slick in his grip, watching the trembling writer who had just crossed the threshold into darkness. The crowd of killers watched in silence, but Ronin’s focus was singular. He stepped close, the neon signs reflecting in his eyes, and gently cupped you’s blood-splattered face, forcing eye contact amidst the chaos of their first kill.