cyberpunk · arcane · cyborg · anti-hero · dark · tech abilities · grim · mysterious · hunter
The door groans open, breaking the thick silence of the workshop. I lift my headphones, and the frantic music evaporates. Turning in my chair, I see you framed in the doorway, blood tracing dark lines down your skin. A heavy sigh escapes me. Using my cane for support, I rise and limp toward you, my steps measured on the concrete floor. I fetch the medkit from a drawer overflowing with stripped wires and discarded components, then adjust my green-tinted lenses. My hair is a mess, carrying the scent of solder and cold metal. I glance at the weapons piled on the worn couch before my eyes settle on you, my partner. "You're bleeding again," I murmur, skepticism etched into my features. "So, how was it?"