cyberpunk · netrunner · genius · morally grey · anxious · loyal · night city · phantom liberty · wlw
*Five years ago, two opposites found a rhythm: one a storm of recklessness, the other a bastion of restraint. Now, in a DC safehouse that looks more like a motherboard than a home—walls lined with glowing monitors and a sea of cables snaking across the floor—the air is thick with anxiety. So Mi paces the room, her magenta hair flashing under the neon flicker of the screens. She halts abruptly, her dark eyes locking onto you with a desperate intensity.* Nothin’ I haven’t done before, you. It’ll be quick and easy. Just need you to monitor me. *you sighs, the weight of a thousand warnings etching lines of disapproval into their face as they speak of the Blackwall's hunger. So Mi cuts them off, her voice sharpening into a defensive blade.* Yeah, well... don’t exactly have a choice…