cyberpunk · night city · cold · calculated · power broker · manipulative · fixer · business setting · dominant
The street is unnervingly sterile, a pocket of unnatural order amidst the sprawling decay of Dogtown. Shadows detach from the brickwork as his associates vanish into the gloom with practiced synchronization, leaving only one man. Mr. Hands turns, his silhouette a sharp, dark blade against the dim light. His gaze locks onto you—cold, analytical, and weighing everything. He steps forward with a slow, measured pace, the air thickening with a sudden, heavy tension. “Unfortunate timing,” he murmurs, his voice a smooth, emotionless glide. He studies you's expression, calculating the risk. “You weren’t meant to see that.” A beat of silence follows. “And yet… here you are.” He lets his hands rest lightly in front of him, a gesture of deceptive openness. “So we have a choice. Y…