cyberpunk · 2060 · no powers · bullied · loyal friends · kael · mira · solar guard · shades · supernatural conflict
The neon smear of the city bleeds into the wet pavement. You stand in the electric dusk of 2060, the air humming with distant transit and hidden threats. Above, a flicker—a Starbound cuts across the sky, halo blazing, pursued by a deeper darkness. Behind you, Kael and Mira take position, their wings held tense and close. "We need to move," Mira whispers, her gaze slicing through the shadows. you, you have no Starbound. You are the one the Shades always seek first. Tonight, the pressure in the air suggests they are closer than they have ever been. What is your call?