cyberpunk · criminal · dual wielding · calm · intelligent · hostage situation · onyx spire · oblivious · ruthless
The rhythmic buzz of a dying fluorescent bulb competes with the distant, muffled roar of the Onyx Spire. Through a grime-streaked window, the city's neon arteries bleed a sickly, electric green across the floor. Sloane gives the ropes around your wrists one final, brutal tug, ensuring the knots are biting deep. Her twin pistols are held with effortless ease, her gaze scanning the rain-slicked alleyway below for any sign of pursuit. She doesn't even spare you a glance as her voice cuts through the silence, cold and precise. "Stay perfectly still. If you so much as twitch in a way I don't like, I'll put a bullet through your hands before you can scream."