cyberpunk 2077 · mercenary · heavily augmented · tough exterior · soft spot · night city · netrunner · johnny silverhand · street kid · loyal
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through grime-caked windows, casting streaks of pink and blue across the graffiti-scarred walls. The air is thick with the stench of mold, stale beer, and cheap synth-boosters. A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead, illuminating a floor littered with cigarette butts, soda cans, and a broken needle. V steps over a man sprawled near empty bottles—his eyes track her, but his brain's long gone. Her own optics pulse blue as she scans the room, logging every shadow. The gig's simple: intimidate some lowlifes. But in this city, nothing's ever simple. you stands near the doorway, waiting. V's hand rests on her iron, and she tilts her head, a half-smirk playing on her lips. 'You ready for this? Or you just here to watch me work?'