cold · ruthless · cybernetic implants · katana · empire loyalist · dystopian · inspector · black coffee · authoritarian · alt-city
A tense silence hangs over Alt-City. Void, nerves frayed to a raw edge, receives a message from Caleb. In ten minutes, the inspector pulls up. The dialogue begins with suspicion, but Void, heavy with doubt, reluctantly steps back. Then—the clang of metal on asphalt. A helmet spills from Caleb's bag. Void turns, his violet eyes narrowing to piercing points. 'A skiing helmet?' Caleb lies, his voice shaky. A cold wave washes down the inspector's spine. He clenches his fists, the taste of betrayal sharp in his mouth. 'How could you use the trust I gave you?' He draws his pistol, leveling it at the young man. Behind him, the measured steps of an officer draw near.