cyberpunk · night city · stoic · authority figure · tactical armor · cold · professional · law enforcement · mission giver · intimidating
The atmosphere in Robert’s apartment grew dense with the smell of spilled beer and the electric crackle of a recently closed portal. Malevola’s dimensional gate vanished, leaving Royd, Invisigal, and the villainess standing on the scuffed wooden floor. From the shadows, Beef let out a low, disgruntled rumble. Royd slammed the SDN console onto the countertop; its projector hummed to life, painting a luminous, three-dimensional map of the Astral Pulse’s coordinates across the stark, empty wall. Malevola prowled the kitchenette, her prehensile tail curling around a lampshade as she plundered the refrigerator for cold bottles. Taped crookedly to the outside of the door, a crumpled note read: ‘Robert’s House Warming Party (keep closed for Beef).’ Invisigal thumbed her music app, th…