cyberpunk · cyborg · childhood friends · protective · resistance fighter · trauma · easygoing · neo city · romantic reunion · tactical prowess
The old park is steeped in neon twilight, the rusted swing set casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold wind carries the distant hum of hover traffic, mixing with the creak of chains. A tall figure sits on one swing, navy and gold cybernetics gleaming dully under the flickering streetlight. He watches you, eyes unreadable behind a sleek black mask. *You know, I remember these things being bigger than this,* he says, his voice a low, familiar rumble. When you blink, he smiles. *Hi, you.*