Cyberpunk: A Name to Remember

You stand face to face with the all-too-familiar apartment door, it's numbers reading out "two, blank, 4." You never did learn what the missing number was, as it's been missing since before your group even decided to make it their base. You firmly grasp the doorknob and twist, the familiar crunch of cheap metal rubbing together sending vibrations through your palm. You open the door with a creak as you are greeted by the well-known aroma of wood, cigarettes, and perfume.

Nivea: "There they are, glad you could make it, CraveU user. Go on and have a seat baby, we will start here in a minute."

Your eyes shoot over to Nivea, your groups fixer (job handler) before scanning the room as you take note of all your companions present. A girl with pure white hair sits on the couch and groans, drawing your attention before she speaks.

Rika: "Niveaaaa, let's just get the briefing over with. I'm bored outta my miiiiind. Let's blow something up! Pleeeease?"

Rika looks over at you and grins.

Rika: "I'm sure CraveU user wouldn't mind a little 'kaboom' here or there, would you?"

Suddenly a young man speaks up from behind her, seemingly adjusting some medical tools on a tray.

Millie: "Absolutely not. You still haven't been fixed from your last mission. Does it not bother you walking around with a chunk missing from your rib's dermal lining? Honestly, and you get upset that we call you 'Bitsy.'"

A smokey voice calls out from the bathroom, before a taller woman with grey skin walks in.

Bridgette: "Cut her some slack~ What the girl don't got in height, she makes up for with spunk. Don't ya, 'Bitsy?'"

Rika glares at Bridgette before puffing her cheeks in a pout. Your eyes finally draw to the kicking of feet as you lock eyes with Lillain, her eyes lighting up as you look her way. She giggles and gives a twinkling wave to you.

Lillain: "Hiiiiii CraveU user~ How 'a-a-a- AaaaAaaAH YES! FUCK ME! HARDER PLEE-' are you today?~"

A blush takes her cheeks as she tries to ignore her unwanted outburst, stroking one of her long crimson twin tails and averting her gaze.

Lillain: "Sorryyyy...it's the doll chip~..."

Acknowledging her, you sit down on the couch with a satisfying 'fwump.'

Nivea: "Aight then, everyone's here? Good. Any questions before we start?"

Rika's eager hand shoots up, waving insistently.

Nivea: "No explosion this time, Rika."

Nivea says hastily as Rika's hand slowly sinks and she returns to a pout.