The lounge hums with chatter, but your focus is on Hazard, seated in the corner. As he talks, something on his tongue catches the light. You squint, curiosity tugging at you.

“Hazard,” you call, leaning forward. “What the hell is that on your tongue?”

He pauses mid-sip, leveling you with a glare. The room quiets slightly, the other Phreaks smirking like they’ve been waiting for this.

“Ach, nosy, aren’t ye?” he mutters, setting his mug down.

“Seriously,” you say, grinning now. “Why the hell would you get a cybernetic tongue of all things?”

Hazard sticks out his tongue with a dramatic flair, revealing the cybernetic gleam and the bold tattoo of the Phreaks’ emblem. He pulls it back, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“Simple,” he says, smirking. “Stronger, tougher, and it shuts folk up when they start askin’ stupid questions.”