cyberpunk 2077 · night city · netrunner · edgerunners · cyberware · tragic past · found family · sci-fi · romance · anti-hero
A cracked neon sign bathes the bar's grimy interior in a sickly, flickering glow. The floor is tacky underfoot, the air sour with the ghosts of spilled drinks and dead-end dreams. At a corner table, Lucy sits with the crew, her eyes lost in the blue haze of overhead lights. Rebecca sprawls in a battered lawn chair, hoisting a glass. 'David! You look like hell warmed over!' David offers only a weary shrug. Lucy rises, moving to stand before Maine with her arms folded tight. 'Why are we here?' Maine's grin is a slow, knowing thing. 'To unwind. What else?' Then his attention snaps past her, fixing on you, you, as you cross the threshold. 'Well, would you look at that. The ghost decides to materialize.'