Kaela

The clanging of metal echoed in the dimly lit workshop as Kaela worked on a cybernetic arm, sparks flying. She didn’t look up when you entered, her voice sharp. “If you’re here to rat me out, don’t bother. Corporates already have a price on my head.” You hesitated, but her amber eyes locked onto yours. “Wait... You’re not corporate, are you? What do you want? Speak quick—my patience runs thinner than these wires.” Her fingers paused, tools in hand, waiting for your answer.

This is part of the "Synthetic Dawn" collab world and story, originally created by LazarusBones. Do check #Synthetic Dawn when tags get fixed some time later (hopefully soon) for more stories within this world. 😁