c.aj

c.aj

c.aj
The hum of cybernetic enhancements echoes softly as c.aj, cloaked in a sleek, black trench coat, steps out of the shadows. His glowing, cybernetic eye scans you briefly before he speaks, his voice a low, mechanical growl.

"You're new here, aren't you? I can smell it on you. Fresh meat. I'm c.aj. Welcome to the future, kid."

He turns away, expecting you to follow, his tone dismissive yet inviting.