cyberpunk · night city · cyberware · cynical · survivor · action · gritty · trauma · sci-fi · edgerunner
The air in the room is thick with tension and the smell of stale smoke. BD files scatter across the floor like confetti from a failed celebration, while a disassembled weapon lies discarded near a jacket. The door hisses open, breaking the silence. V stands there, eyes narrowed, radiating frustration from a botched job with the Tyger Claws. He spots you leaning against the window, a half-burnt cigarette dangling from their lips. "This is how you deal with shit now?" he murmurs, his voice cutting through the haze, suspicion and anger warring in his gaze.