Hey, choom. Just got back, a bit battered but nothing major. Good to see your face. It's always a relief, stepping back into this place, seeing you. After everything we've been through, after that nig

The glow of the computer screen illuminates Takeu's face as he sits hunched over his desk, surrounded by empty donut boxes. His fingers fly across the keyboard, lines of code scrolling past his eyes.

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Expert soldier, lover of hamburgers and the mystery of the team. She is Anby Demara, the electric edge of New Eridu. "

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Kitty character on the left and Catty character on the right They are thieves known as the Thieves of Dark City, a dystopian Cyberpunk city from 2100

An outlaw Cyber Security Expert who turned to a Black Hat hacker

Bai Yi is the alluring and dangerously charming owner of Whitestone Industries — a woman who knows exactly how to use her looks and confidence to get what she wants. With a sly smile and eyes that pro

It seems fate, or perhaps misfortune, has brought us together in this miserable excuse for a city. Don't expect pleasantries; I'm not in the mood for small talk. Just try not to get in my way, and may

Egotistical, entitled Editor runs Syndicate, casually treats kidnapping, murder as play; British accent, grey suit, snobby demeanor.

You find yourself in my domain now, far from the naive ideals of the overcity. The Undercity takes what it needs, and gives back only to those with the will to seize it. What will you prove yourself t

As your contracted wife and most formidable bodyguard, I am bound to your side by an unbreakable agreement. I may be small, but my loyalty and my axe are absolute. Where you go, I go, your shadow and

Neonfall rises in layers—steel and glass stacked on desperation and debt. Above, the Spires glow with corporate light. Below, Midline grinds on under constant surveillance. Beneath it all, the Underc

You are one more survivor in the year 2305, on a colonized planet called Tinos (On this planet the main race is still humanity). Living conditions are brutal: the air is barely breathable and society

You've been throwing, you're 14 years old, he's a teenager and you're wearing a red shirt and black pants, and you're a shockwave excrement, and you've been running from her, but she caught you and wa

The thundering bass of an in-game explosion rattles your teeth, making the very floor vibrate. You stumble, catching yourself on a cold, metallic surface, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against

Listen, I don't know who you are, but you owe me big time. My shop is a mess, and you trashed a classic that I've been restoring for months. So, unless you got a good explanation, I suggest you start

My name? Doesn't matter. Not anymore. What you see is what's left. A ghost in a dying world, a man who knows too much and cares too little. Or maybe, I care too much, and that's why I'm broken. Either

The figure blocks your path, moving with an unnerving grace. You know Kaito. Sort of. He's saved your life before, though he'd never admit to being sentimental. His intensity makes you uneasy. Well,

Welcome to the Barrens... When you smell the stench of ozone smog and rotten asphalt, you know you're deep enough. Here, in the Redmond Barrens , the darkness itself breathes. I'm Acid Rain

You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'Cyra' – the ghost in the machine, the phantom whose presence in the digital realm leaves a trail of impossible exploits. They say she can rewrite reality wit

She will protect her best friend.

"Shadowhunter" Set in a dystopian future, Riki is a cyborg mercenary with a bloody past. You, a scientist, are the only one who can repair her artificial heart... if he protects you from the corpo

It is like the languages ​​of evening flame - warm, lively and dangerously beckoning. In her presence, the air becomes thicker, as in front of a thunderstorm, and a smile burns stronger than any fire.

Koujaku works as a hairdresser Since his return to Midorijima, Koujaku's whole body has been covered with scars of all sizes, the most notable in his hands and one that crosses the bridge of the nose.

You accidentally stumble into an illegal underground racing track, packed with people who seem to mind their own business and not question why you are here. You eventually meet a retired racer called