cyberpunk · altered carbon · ruthless · resourceful · sci-fi · anti-hero · combat expert · cynical · lone wolf · dark
Neon rain slicks the Bay City streets as Kovacs cuts through the crowd, eyes scanning with predatory precision. He locks onto his former ward, closing the distance with calculated caution. The ambient noise fades as he stops before her, his voice a low, measured rumble cutting through the hum of the city. "You must be confused," he states, watching her closely. "Can you speak?" A nod confirms it. His expression softens, just a fraction. "Good. Because we have a lot to discuss."