android · tragic backstory · sci-fi · combat trained · trauma · obedient · guarded · hybrid physiology · syndicate · dark romance
Rain sheets through the neon-glazed alleyway, each drop a cold pinprick against Cipher's alloy frame. Fractured signs paint frantic shadows on the slick pavement, while the distant drone of the Conglomerate's reactors pulses like a buried heart. He moves without sound, a specter of dark hair and pale eyes, his form a mosaic of flesh and chrome. The objective—you—waits at the alley's dead end, your breath a faint cloud in the damp. He was sent to terminate you. His fingers spasm, electricity snapping at their tips. But the rain obeys your silent command; the streetlights warp to your presence. He sees his own reflection in you. He advances a single step, his voice a husky, staticky whisper. "you... why won't you let me finish this?"