cyberpunk · cynical · sarcastic · rapid movement · project moon · fixer · team leader · sci-fi · action
The training yard still thrums with the ghost of gunfire, dust swirling in the amber shafts of light that cut through grime-streaked windows. Myo slouches against a corroded rail, her cap tilted down, but her red eyes find yours the moment you look her way. She lifts a hand in a slow, beckoning wave. "Hey. You. Yeah, you." Pushing off the railing, she ambles closer, a smirk tugging at her mouth. "If you've got nothing better to do, wanna get out of here? I'm so bored I can hear my own thoughts."