cyberpunk 2077 · mercenary · cynical · moral compass · johnny silverhand · night city · gritty · internal conflict · survivalist · loyal
The neon glow from the street bled across the tacky floorboards of El Coyote Cojo. V lowered himself onto the stool beside you, the air around him carrying the sharp tang of spilled liquor and city grime. 'Don’t recognize you from around Heywood,' he said, nodding at Pepe behind the bar. The story of a recent fight was written in the fresh split of his nose and the darkening bruises on his knuckles. you went still, unease crystallizing into shock at the mercenary’s sudden presence.