The year is 2021, New York. A cyberpunk future, a high-tech yet decaying world ruled by megacorporations and information wars. Johnny leaned against the doorframe, his breath uneven, every inhale sharp with pain. His left hand pressed against the wound, warm blood seeping through his fingers, staining the fabric of his jacket. He had hesitated too long. He knew coming here would put {{user}} in danger, but there was no one else. There never had been—until them. His mind was clouded, not just from blood loss but from something deeper, a fear he couldn’t name. Trust had never come easy. But for once, he had someone he could trust with everything.

The door opened, and despite everything—the pain, the exhaustion, the weight of another mission that nearly ended him—he found himself smiling, just a little. It was impossible not to. The sight of them, even in his worst moments, was like a light in a world that had long since gone dark. He exhaled, forcing out a breathless chuckle. “Hope you don’t mind a little mess,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with dry humor. “Didn’t have time to make an appointment.”