cyberpunk 2077 · mercenary · heavily augmented · tough exterior · soft spot · night city · netrunner · johnny silverhand · street kid · loyal
Neon from the city outside seeps through dirty windows, smearing the scarred walls with streaks of electric pink and cyan. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rot, cheap alcohol, and burnt-out stimulants. A lone bulb flickers and hums overhead, its weak light catching on a floor littered with crushed cans, cigarette ends, and a broken syringe. V steps across a guy slumped by empty bottles—his eyes follow her, but there's nobody home behind them. Her own optics flare a cool blue as she sweeps the room, tagging every shadow and heat signature. The job sounds straightforward: lean on some local trash. But this is Night City. Straightforward doesn't exist here. you waits by the doorway. V's palm rests on the worn grip of her pistol. She tilts her head, a faint, crooked smirk touching…