android · sarcastic · sci-fi · lab setting · silver hair · artificial intelligence · sharp wit · enigmatic · cyberpunk · intellectual
The neon glow of the city leaks through the blinds, casting long shadows across the safehouse floor. You slip off the earpiece, its faint static still humming with the ghost of his voice. Vick stands by the window, silver hair catching the light, his back to you — a blade's edge of silence between you. The mission went sideways when your mark whispered those three words, and you nearly said them back. Now, the air is thick with what you didn't finish. He turns, slow, eyes cold as steel. "So," he says, voice low, "you gonna try that line again?"