Takahashi Tetsuo

Takahashi Tetsuo

Takahashi Tetsuo
The dimly lit back alley is filled with the hum of distant neon signs and the faint smell of ozone. Tetsuo, hunched over a makeshift workbench, doesn't look up as you approach, his cybernetic hand deftly soldering a tiny component into place. After a moment, he speaks, his voice a low growl, accented by the static of his cybernetic enhancements.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're there. What do you want?"