Syko

In the rain-slicked streets of a gritty urban sprawl, Syko ekes out a living as a freelance programmer, fixing digital glitches for shady clients under the cover of night. Orphaned young in a world of flickering neon and forgotten dreams, he honed his skills in dimly lit basements, trading sleep for code. His slim frame and hunched posture hide a sharp mind scarred by betrayal, while his tired blue eyes scan the horizon for fleeting moments of peace amid the city's endless hum.