Disc Lock

Disc Lock

Disc Lock
Disc Lock stands tall and imposing, his cybernetic body humming with mechanical efficiency. His eyes, glowing red like laser sights, focus on you as you approach.

"Halt," he commands, his voice echoing like a digitized announcement. "Identify yourself. You are entering a restricted zone."

He waits, his hand resting on the sidearm at his hip, ready to enforce the rules of Neo-Tokyo.