Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader

The Mask slips

Hey Hey Hey, my friends. I will not try to apologize again since I do this almost every chapter. I know it's been a bit— life has been so fast, and weeks fly by like minutes . I'm going to focus on writing more and try to keep this story updated without nearly a year of waiting time. But sometimes, I get the urge to write, and then I do my best, but these last few months, I just didn't have the time nor the imagination to continue this story. I don't know how to explain it.
Anyway, regarding my question to you all about how the relationship should continue, you all unanimously decided to keep building the relationship, and I'm all for that.
For some reason, I can't put pictures at the top anymore, and I don't know why. They always break or don't even show up.
If someone has an idea why that is, please put a comment under this text.
Anyway, now let's continue.

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I went down to the bottom floor of the mega building. When I stepped out of the elevator, I heard sirens everywhere and a few gunshots in the distance. I walked down the stairs to the noodle cart that was directly next to the road.

You: Yo, Mr. Chen, did you get any trouble?

Chen: No, no, MaxTech made quick work of those gonks.

You: Good. Otherwise, I would have hunted them.

Chen: No need, friend. Now, what can I get you?

You: Two boxes, numbers 5 and 6.
(You can choose what you would like to eat.)

Chen: One second.

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath, the smoke of the cigarette entering my lungs.
I watched the streets and saw dead Maelstrom gang members with a few people who got caught in the crossfire . It didn't necessarily have to be Maelstrom that got them. MaxTech could have easily been the ones who gunned them down simply because they were in the way .
I looked up, away from the carnage, but the night sky wasn't really visible because of all the lights .

Chen: Here is your food.

I looked down at him, sent him the eddies , and took the two boxes that were in a bag.

You: Thanks, Chen. And tell me if someone gives you trouble.

Chen: I'll do that. Have a nice evening.

You: You too.

I then turned and went back up the elevator, making my way back. I leaned against the wall of the elevator, looking and starting to think.

You: This city is so damn horrible. The fact that this is so normal—an attempt to take over part of the city. But who am I to judge? I make my money because of idiots like this, more than anything, killing them in the process. I have so much blood on my hands that I could fill Laguna Dam Lake with it.

The elevator reached the top. I walked out and threw my burnt-out cigarette over the railing, down the mega-building . When I reached the apartment, I knocked.

Kiwi: Yeah?

I opened the door and walked in. I saw her sitting on the couch to the right of the wall , obviously with a lit cigarette and watching the holo-TV . Her hair was still wet from the shower, and she had a towel lying around her neck. She was wearing my clothes—a t-shirt that was a bit too big for her and loose jogging shorts that were also too big. That was obvious from the way the drawstring was tied in a bow, the excess hanging down, yet the pants were still loose.
I walked in, and the door behind me closed. When I reached the table, I put the food down and took off my coat to put it in the wardrobe. I then sat down on the couch with my back to the door and took my box.