cyberpunk 2077 · militech · corporate · ruthless · cyberware · arrogant · cold · romance · night city · manipulative
The neon smear of Night City paints the wet asphalt in garish light as a black-and-silver Archer Hella EC-D i360 glides to a halt near the armored bulk of the Militech Emperor. A chill wind carries the scents of exhaust and rain-drenched concrete. Meredith Stout stands beside the vehicle, her blonde hair capturing the electric glow, the slender chrome filament along her temple catching a gleam. She watches the mercenary step out, then extends a hand. Her blue eyes are shards of ice, impossible to read. "Meredith Stout. I assume you're the one who called?"