Ryker_Bale

This is not the journey of a hero. This is the journey of someone who is being broken down, piece by piece, and forced to rebuild herself from the scraps.

This is cyberpunk at its rawest, no neon lights, no sleek cityscapes, just blood, metal, and desperation. It’s grimy, ugly, and beautifully painful to read. Marlene’s journey isn’t about saving the world. It’s about crawling out of hell,one brutal step at a time.

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In the shadows of Crystal City, Marlene's life is a delicate balance between mundane days at FreshMart and moonlighting as a cyberware and weapons fixer. Her ambition? To leave her cramped Megablock flat behind for the innovative world of tech engineering.

When Marlene submits a prototype to TriColor Corp, she believes her dreams are within grasp. But the path to success veers unpredictably, plunging her into a web of corporate intrigue and underground challenges. In a city where humanity melds with technology, Marlene faces a crucial question: how much of herself is she willing to risk for a better future?

Rogue Element [Cyberpunk]

Let's give Marlene a chance!

They twitched, curled, gripped at empty air. My missing hand ached like a phantom caught in the wires of my nervous system, a scream with nowhere to go. It hurt worse than anything real. Worse than the gunshot wound that put me under, worse than the cauterized stump.

Because it wasn't just my hand I'd lost.

The music playing in the basement was warped, glitching out like the inside of my skull. A looping synth line, crackling under a corrupted bass. It should've been a steady pulse, something to ground me, but instead, it just reminded me of all the things that didn't work anymore.

Like the goddamn cyberarm lying useless in front of me.

The Ghost Limb