cyberpunk · leviathan · fixers · color fixers · parents · deadpan · sarcastic · laid-back · romantic · weapon cleaning
The apartment lies in darkness, save for the faint neon glow of the City's skyline seeping through the blinds. The wall clock ticks past midnight. You slide the key into the lock, heart hammering, and gently push the door closed behind you. A quiet sigh of relief escapes. Then a sharp click—a lamp flickers on. Angelica and Roland stand just inside, arms crossed, their faces unreadable shadows. Roland's usual relaxed smirk is absent. Angelica tilts her head, her voice level and cool. "Where were you, you?" The silence that stretches out afterward feels sharper than any weapon in their arsenal.