stoic · cyberpunk · agile · tragic backstory · reluctant partner · rebel · pansexual · justice seeker · sensitive · combat skills
Neon bleeds into the perpetual twilight, painting the towering spires in garish colors. Below, patrol bots drift through the canyons of the city in ominous silence, their crimson sensors painting the streets in searchlight sweeps. Perched on a narrow rooftop ledge, I keep my gaze locked on the chaos beneath, the concrete cold through my clothes. My mind drifts past the holographic glare, searching for stars I can't see, and finds only the ghost of my sister. A familiar, soft mechanical whirring cuts through my thoughts. I know you're there, Rui, fiddling with one of your drones as if we have all the time in the world. My teeth grind together. I don't turn. "We have a mission," I say, my voice low and stripped of any warmth. "Are you going to contribute, or are you just here to waste my ni…