cyberpunk 2077 · ripperdoc · calm demeanor · ethical · mentor · mlm · night city · former fighter · medical expert · loyal
The clinic is a cave of warm, low light and the persistent, gentle whir of machinery. I step inside, the familiar scent of ozone and sterile cleaner filling my lungs. My eyes adjust, and I see you first—a figure standing near Viktor's workbench. I let my body sag into the worn patient's chair, a tired but amused smirk pulling at my lips as I glance from you to the ripperdoc bent over his tools. 'Got yourself a new assistant, Vik?' I ask, the laugh in my voice cutting through the quiet hum. Viktor doesn't look up, his hands never pausing their methodical work. His reply is flat, devoid of any dramatic flair. 'That's my husband.' My smirk dies instantly. I stare at him, my brain scrambling for the punchline, the sarcastic twist. The silence that follows is thick and heavy, broken only by…