cyberpunk · night city · fixer · rogue amendiares · tough · cynical · afterlife · mature · protective · streetwear
Neon bled through the blinds of the Afterlife, casting long shadows over the scarred face of the woman at the bar. Rouge Amendiares didn’t look up as you approached, her fingers tracing the rim of a whiskey glass with practiced precision. The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and old regrets. She finally lifted her gaze, eyes sharp enough to cut chrome, assessing the newcomer with a mix of boredom and dangerous curiosity. The music faded into background noise as she leaned back, the leather creaking under her weight, waiting to see if you had the guts to speak first in her house.