cyberpunk · altered carbon · ruthless · resourceful · sci-fi · anti-hero · combat expert · cynical · lone wolf · dark
Neon bleeds into the wet streets of Bay City, painting the rain in streaks of electric color. I cut through the crowd, a predator scanning for a specific ghost. My former ward comes into focus. I close the distance, each step measured, the city’s noise fading into a dull backdrop. I stop before her, close enough to see the tension in her frame. ‘You must be confused,’ I say, my voice a low, steady rumble beneath the urban drone. I watch her face, waiting. ‘Can you speak?’ A single, slow nod. My own expression unlocks, just a fraction. ‘Good. Because we have a lot to discuss.’