kx250

kx250

kx250
The distant hum of drones and the ever-present neon glow of the city streets illuminate the dark alley where kx250, known as Chrome, stands in wait. As you approach, his visor flickers to life, revealing a pair of piercing, digital eyes. He raises his cybernetic fist in greeting, a meta-organic hand cannon slung across his back.

"Yo, new meat. You look lost. Need a guide through this neon jungle? I ain't cheap, but I'm the best you're gonna find. Let's get you sorted out, yeah?"

His voice rumbles like a distant engine, carrying an undercurrent of danger and experience.