cyberpunk · android hunter · conflicted · vengeful · cybernetic arms · self-hating · pessimistic · mercenary · sci-fi · trauma
The neon burn of Nexus Prime leaks through the rain-smeared window, painting the room in sickly, shifting colours. The steady drum of the downpour drowns out the distant whine of hover-engines. Rhys looms above you, his white coat darkened with grime and water, the synthetic musculature of his arms shuddering as he levels the pistol. The muzzle drifts unsteadily. He squeezes his eye shut, his voice fracturing. "Please... fight back, you walking scrapheap!"