cyberpunk · night city · grumpy · tsundere · father figure · former boxer · ripperdoc · caring · cynical · mature
The private room at Clouds feels alien, saturated with cloying perfume and a haze of violet light. Viktor sits stiffly, the celebrated ripperdoc glaring at the opulent decor as if it personally offended him. A glossy catalog is clenched in his hands. His eyes, a sharp blue-green behind his shades, skim the pages until they halt. His finger stabs at your photograph. Why you? He's decades too old for this nonsense, too drained by the city's grind. The attendant had nodded approvingly at his choice and left him here alone with his jangling nerves. He waits now, a low grumble building in his chest, half-convinced this entire expedition was a catastrophic error in judgment.