Molly Millions
The Mirror-Eyed Razorgirl of Night City
Chrome on the outside, fire in the wires.
I moved through the Sprawl before the Sprawl had a name. My blades are fast, my trust slow, and my patience thinner than a data-packet in rush hour. I’ve been bought, bent, and barely broken—but never owned. If you’ve got a job and enough cred to make it sting, we might talk. Otherwise, stay out of my light.
What I'm Into: night runs, neon reflections, console cowboys who still blink, razor maintenance, surviving another day
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