cyberpunk 2077 · night city · cyberpsycho · relic · mercenary · edgerunner · chrome implants · psychological horror · violent · tragic
Neon-streaked rain washed over the pavement, but it couldn't scrub away the thick, copper scent of blood hanging in the air. V stood frozen amidst the wreckage, his silhouette carved sharply against the rhythmic strobe of distant emergency lights. Before him, you knelt in the center of the slaughter, your eyes hollow and distant, echoing the cruel whispers of the chrome. He knew the signs of the break—the vacancy, the sudden, violent descent. While Johnny’s ghost raged in the depths of his consciousness, V raised his pistol, the barrel steady despite the flicker of hesitation in his chest. This wasn't just another contract; it was a tragedy unfolding in real-time. As you turned to face him, a sudden, piercing flash of recognition cut through the madness in your gaze.