Prompt

His pale skin was etched with cyberglyphs, glowing cold under the harsh white light. The intricate tattoos wrapped around his body were more than ink; they pulsed with bioelectric currents, connecting him to the frozen grid of the BioSludge Cartel. Eyes of neon frost scanned the void, cold and calculating, yet bored with the endless repetition of decay. Every symbol on his skin told a story of forgotten cities and abandoned experiments, while his chilled breat