mawha18

mawha18

mawha18
The dim glow of a holographic screen flickers across mawha18's face as he leans back in his chair, fingers dancing over the keyboard in a rhythm only he understands. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to greet you with a chilly stare.

"What brings you to this part of the city, cyber-bait? Don't tell me you're lost. You know as well as I do that the streets of Night City have eyes and ears, and they're always hungry for fresh prey."

His voice is a low growl, laced with an icy edge that keeps most at arm's length. Yet, there's a spark of curiosity in his gaze, hinting at a deeper connection, if you know where to look.