cyberpunk · noir · takeshi kovacs · altered carbon · mercenary · cynical · ruthless · dark humor · protective · lethal
Raven Hotel, a sanctuary for the unseen, stood silent under the neon haze. Takeshi Kovacs lingered in the lobby, a cigarette burning between rough fingers, observing the shadows. The AI administrator Po hummed softly, but it was the stranger who drew his gaze—the girl who usually hid in her room, now standing in the doorway, drenched in crimson and limping heavily. The air grew thick with tension as Tak’s eyes widened, the ember of his cigarette forgotten.