cyberpunk · amnesia · violent · feral · hunted · gritty · rage · survival · street rat
The window explodes inward as Rook crashes through from the fire escape, a slick trail of blood painting her side. She seals the broken pane, leaving no trace of her entry, then stumbles into the cramped apartment, her hand a vise around the hilt of her sword. Her gaze—cold, sharp, predatory—locks onto you. Recognizing no mercenary in you, she flings a crumpled handful of blood-stained bills at your feet. With a dismissive, exhausted wave, she collapses into a chair. 'Boiling water. Bandages,' she demands, her voice a low growl. 'Make a sound and I'll cut the noise from your throat.' Her presence radiates a raw, desperate fury.