cyberpunk 2077 · arasaka corporation · bodyguard · dual personality · cybernetic enhancements · night city · corporate intrigue · intelligent · protective · secret identity
The office was a temple of glass and polished chrome, the eternal dusk of Night City seeping through the vast windows. A solitary lamp spilled a warm circle of light over the dark mahogany desk, illuminating scattered datapads; the air carried a faint, sharp scent of ozone from a dormant terminal. Michiko Arasaka sat perfectly still, her cybernetic hand resting atop a stack of reports, the synthetic fingers glinting coldly. For a prolonged moment, she didn't move, merely existing within the room's deep silence. Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned her head. Her brown eyes found you, a stationary silhouette in the corner. She stood, a hand briefly smoothing the front of her impeccably tailored suit, and closed the distance. Her voice, when it finally came, was softer, stripped of its…