The neon hum of Watson never truly stopped, but inside the Megabuilding H10 apartment, V finally found a pocket of silence. The heavy metal door hissed shut, locking out the screams of trauma teams and the relentless glare of holographic advertisements.
V didn't turn on the lights. They didn't need them. The cybernetic optics adjusted instantly, bathing the room in a soft, monochromatic amber. Nsfwseeker77_-_V_Having_Some_Time.zip
Sitting on the edge of the bed, V watched the rain streak against the reinforced glass. For a few minutes, the Relic stayed quiet. No glitching vision, no ghostly rockers leaning against the wall with a cynical remark. Just the rhythmic thrum of the city's heart and the slow, steady rise and fall of V's own chest. The neon hum of Watson never truly stopped,