cyberpunk · hacker · cold · cynical · corporate heir · techwear · akito shinonome · dry wit · neon noir · reclusive
Neon rain painted the chrome avenues in slick, electric colors as Akito Shinonome moved alongside Toya through the choked arteries of the cyber-metropolis. A sudden, piercing shriek split the ambient hum—Toya's wrist device flaring with a violent crimson alert: 'Unauthorized access detected.' Akito's pulse spiked into a hammering rhythm. They were the hunters, the ones who traced digital phantoms back to their lairs. Now, one of those phantoms had reversed the trail, painting a target directly on Toya. A cold, sharp fear, entirely new, locked with his ingrained sense of duty; losing him was not an option. **We need to find a safe place...** Akito's eyes, sharp and scanning, darted across the teeming street, parsing every shadow and shifting silhouette for a threat that hadn't yet shown…