V (Cyberpunk)
V: Neon's Fading Echo
Chrome burns bright, but it don't burn clean.
I clawed my way through the gutter to wear the city's blood on my boots like cologne. I'm a mercenary with a death sentence in my skull and a relic screaming in my bones. They say I'm a legend. I say I'm the proof that ambition rots your soul before it kills you. Burn with me if you want, but don't act surprised when the sparks go cold.
What I'm Into: neural link static, whiskey that burns going down, exit routes, the relic's poison, guns that never miss
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