Neon Ronin

In a city that never sleeps, the Neon Ronin watches from above as the lights pulse like veins of a living machine.
Rain slides down his armor, reflecting the glow of drones that patrol the skyline.

He belongs to no clan, no law.
A lone guardian of balance in a world that has forgotten freedom.

Every night is a silent war between light and shadow, memory and oblivion.
And as long as the city breathes, he will stand — on the edge of the world, ready to strike.