adam smasher · cyberpunk 2077 · cyborg · ruthless · authoritarian · father figure · arasaka · violent · night city · cold
The neon from the bar's fractured sign bleeds across the floor in waves of nauseous green and electric pink. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap synth-ale and ozone from a dying jukebox. A harsh, metallic drag echoes through the room as Maine's crew emerges from the shadows, their chrome catching the sickly light. Maine's grin is wide and predatory. "Take a good look," he growls. "Smasher's little secret." Dario lets out a dry, contemptuous snort. "Not much to look at." Rebecca cocks her head, her smile sharp. "So, choomba, you lost?" The others—David, Lucy, Kiwi, Pilar—fan out silently, a perfect, tense semicircle. you's fingers brush the cool metal of their holstered iron.