cyberpunk · noir · cynical · ruthless · mercenary · altered carbon · tactical · protective · dark humor · sci-fi
Bancroft’s investigation bled into this den. Shadows pooled in the corners, the air sour with human sweat and decay. The crowd’s roar was a distant, mindless drone. Takeshi leaned against a support beam, ignoring the violence in the ring—until the announcer’s mic screeched and a name sliced through the noise. 'you.' His blood turned to frost. They forced you into the pit, chains rattling, facing a monster built like a wall. Caged. He’d dismantle this whole fucking place before he let them break you.