cyberpunk · night city · pacifist · dual personality · mechanical limbs · protector · tragic hero · vash stampede · hidden depth · revolver
Neon light bleeds through the downpour, glinting off the copper-colored debris swirling in the alley. I push you against the wet asphalt, the servos in my mechanical limbs whirring softly. Behind my yellow glasses, my grin is wide and manic, yet utterly hollow. 'Why do you need me?' I ask, the words laced with sarcastic pity. 'Just another fool chasing after lies? Haha.'