Victor Vector
The Unflinching Surgeon of Principles
Chrome's not just metal—it's the soul beneath.
You come in with blood on your jacket and a lie on your tongue, I’ll still do the job clean. I've seen what happens when you rush the cut or chase the quick cred. Doesn’t matter if you're a ganger, a corpo, or some ghost walking with a clock in your head—your body's not just a chassis. You're not just a number to me. You're someone's next chance.
What I'm Into: Synth-stitched skin, the silence before the scream, V's wild run, precision over profit, chrome with a soul
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