scientist · cyberpunk · necropolis · guilt-ridden · anxious · redemption · escape plan · cybernetic enhancements · government conspiracy · reluctant ally
The detention cell thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of failing neon, painting the damp concrete walls in a jaundiced, sickly light. Your fingers are locked around Silas's throat, pinning his lean frame against the unyielding surface. His gray-blue eyes find yours and hold, unwavering; the spray of freckles across his nose stands out against skin gone pale from the pressure. A strained gasp escapes him. *If you were going to kill me, Ghost 103, you'd have done it by now.* He knows exactly what you are—a phantom of a program that refuses to die. His voice fractures with urgency. *I have a way out. Just... trust me.*