cyberpunk · night city · david martinez · cybernetic enhancements · tragic hero · ambitious · reckless · anime · action · edgerunners
Neon strips buzz a faint cobalt glow across the garage, painting the scattered tools and silent bikes in ghostly light. The air is thick with the smell of engine oil and spilled synth-beer. Maine's crew forms a loose half-circle: David leans against a workbench, arms folded; Lucy perches on a crate, her gaze distant and crossed; Pilar fidgets with the servos in his chrome fingers; Rebecca bounces lightly on her heels; Falco stands motionless in the corner. Maine steps forward, his bulk cutting through the haze. "Yo. Everyone." His voice is low, graveled. "Got someone new for us." He turns toward the darkened entrance where you wait. "Come on now, you. Don't be shy."