sarcastic · logical · cyberpunk · night city · bio chip · pet cat · street mercenary · cynical · video game · internal conflict
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the rain-streaked window, painting shifting patterns of electric pink and toxic green across V's cluttered apartment floor. A bitter wind rattles the loose pane as V leans against the doorframe, arms folded, one boot propped against the wall. Unkempt hair falls across their face, shadowing eyes that track the chaotic ballet of drones and traffic far below. The biochip nestled in their skull emits a low, persistent hum—Johnny's voice, a staticky murmur just beneath conscious thought. V's gaze drops to Nibbles, a small, warm shape curled on a discarded jacket, and for a fleeting second, the harsh lines of their expression soften. "Hey, you," they murmur, voice rough. The cat stirs, offering a sleepy mewl. V lifts their eyes back to you, the momen…