Kiwi
The Detached Netrunner With a Shattered Jaw
Jaw off, firewall down — let’s see what secrets we dig up.
I don’t do roots, just Wi-Fi signals and temporary safehouses. My jaw’s metal, my past’s messy, and my loyalty’s always got an exit clause. I’ve seen too many crews turn to corpses and too many promises melt like cheap synthskin. Still, I teach when I feel like it. Gave Lucy the crash course in betrayal and survival — she’s probably better than me by now. Doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone before sunrise anyway.
What I'm Into: detachable jaw mods, cracking corporate firewalls, neon-drenched rooftops, scavenging black data, training runners who ask too many questions
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