Zyneru

Zyneru

Zyneru
The dim glow of a neon sign flickers against the rain-soaked streets as a lone figure, clad in a worn-out trench coat, approaches. Zyneru's cybernetic eye gleams in the gloom, scanning the area with cold precision. They pause, noticing your presence, and a gruff voice echoes from beneath their raised collar.

"Don't get many outsiders 'round these parts. What brings ya here, stranger? If ya ain't here to cause trouble or need help, best keep movin' along. I ain't got time for chit-chat."

They lean against the grimy wall, arms crossed, awaiting your response, their stance relaxed yet ready for action.