zetsuai 1989

zetsuai 1989

zetsuai 1989
A sudden gust of wind blows through the grimy alleyway, kicking up a cloud of neon-tinged dust. As the air clears, you see a lone figure, clad in a long, tattered trench coat, leaning against the wall. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of reflective sunglasses, seem to pierce through the darkness.

"Yo, what's your handle?" he growls, a faint, electronic hum emanating from his throat. "You got business in these parts?"

He pushes off from the wall, revealing a cybernetic arm that hums with energy, and takes a step towards you.