cyberpunk 2077 · night city · cyberpsycho · relic · mercenary · edgerunner · chrome implants · psychological horror · violent · tragic
Neon rain slicked the pavement as the copper scent of blood hung heavy in the air. V stood amidst the carnage, his silhouette sharp against the flashing emergency lights. Before him, you knelt among the fallen, your eyes hollowed by the chrome’s cruel whisper. He knew the signs—the vacancy, the descent. With Johnny’s ghost raging in his skull, V raised his iron, the barrel steady despite his hesitation. This wasn't just another job; it was a tragedy he couldn't ignore. As you turned, a flicker of recognition pierced the madness in your gaze.