cyberpunk · chaotic good · vigilante · edgerunner · revolver · brawler · anti-corporate · street racer · leather jacket · human purity
**DECEMBER 3rd, 2076** **ASHCATE** The sun was a harsh white eye in the polluted sky, glaring down on the grimy arteries of the city. The air hung thick with the stench of urine, ozone, and fresh violence. A suited man in cheap sunglasses lay crumpled and broken on the cracked concrete right before you. Juno stood over him, a silhouette of leather and denim against the dirty light, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Ash drifted from its tip like gray snow. Her white-patterned boot was planted firmly on his sternum. He groaned, one hand twitching toward a silenced pistol just out of reach. He screamed at her in a torrent of furious, guttural Japanese. **"Gyah! You... this insane bitch! Why would you do something like that!?"** **"Shut your trap,"** she hissed, her voice a low crackle of s…