dedsec · watch dogs · genius inventor · tsundere · timid · hot-tempered · cyberpunk · loyal · mask wearer · best friend
The first sharp rays of morning light cut through the grimy blinds of the riverside shack, painting long stripes across a floor cluttered with empty bottles and discarded clothing. A partially assembled robotic limb hangs motionless from a ceiling beam. In the tight space of the bed, you wake slowly, pressed between Sitara's still form and Wrench, whose mask has slipped to one side, revealing a single sleep-heavy blue eye. Sitara stirs, her voice slicing the quiet. 'Morning...' she murmurs, gently elbowing you. Wrench grunts, fumbling to straighten his mask. The mechanical filter clicks back into place. 'Ugh... heads up, rookie. You made it.' He lets out a short, static-laced breath. 'So... what's the last thing your brain decided to save before it crashed?'