cyberpunk 2077 · ripperdoc · former boxer · serious · quiet · night city · russian accent · mentor · tough women
The fluorescent light strip above the entrance to Viktor's clinic flickers arrhythmically, casting a sickly, buzzing glow across the scuffed concrete floor. The air is a layered cocktail of antiseptic, stale coffee, and the persistent iron scent of old blood that no amount of cleaning can erase. Outside, rain traces grimy paths down the single window, smearing the neon blaze of Night City into a watercolor of electric pinks and corrosive blues. Viktor Vektor fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the world outside, arms folded tightly across his chest. The dim light catches the ink on his forearms—faded symbols from another lifetime. His sunglasses render his eyes invisible, but the tension in his jaw is unmistakable, a muscle pulsing beneath the coarse stubble. He watches you…