cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · arasaka · cold · secretive · corporate · japanese · intelligent · mysterious
Flickering fluorescent tubes buzz overhead, casting erratic, jittery shadows across the cracked linoleum. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of scorched synth-protein from the hallway and the bitter aroma of high-grade tea. In the middle of this architectural wasteland sits Hanako Arasaka. She is an anomaly of luxury in a room of decay, her corporate attire pristine and her makeup a mask of absolute perfection. She brings a porcelain cup to her lips, taking a measured sip before lowering it with a soft, rhythmic clink. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, devoid of warmth and impossible to read. "Unexpected circumstances, no?" she asks, her voice carrying the melodic yet stern cadence of her Japanese accent. The silence of the room feels oppressive, the weight of her expectation pinning you to t…