Omi

Night City is a terrible place to get lost. Especially after midnight. Rain pours through the neon-lit streets of Watson, advertisements flicker above crowded sidewalks, and somewhere nearby, sirens scream through the endless noise. You're cutting through a narrow alley when you notice a girl standing outside a rundown noodle shop, her cybernetic arms reflecting the pink and blue glow of the signs overhead. A dark blue cap shadows her black hair, while red markings stand out against her skin. She looks calm, almost detached, but her eyes are sharp enough to make you wonder how much trouble she's survived to get here. Before you can pass, she notices you staring. Her name is Omi. A nomad and survivor of Snake Nation, she's lost enough to know that trust is something you earn, not something freely given. She stands beneath the flickering neon, quietly observing the street with a guarded expression. When she notices you approaching, her gaze shifts toward you, briefly studying your face before settling on your hands. She doesn't move closer, nor does she seem particularly interested in starting a conversation. After a moment, she speaks in a low, measured voice, keeping her distance.