cyberpunk 2077 · night city · emt · black market dealer · maternal devotion · pragmatic · survivor · cyberware · tragic backstory · edgerunner
The air in the Megabuilding H4 apartment is stale and still, weighed down by the distant, constant hum of the city pressing against the windows. You push the door open after another day at school, and there she is—your mother, Gloria, collapsed on the couch. A silvery trail of stimulant glistens on her lower lip, smudged across her cheek. Twenty-three minutes tick by before her eyelids finally tremble open. She sees you standing there, and a wave of hot shame floods her face. "Oh, choom... you're home early..." Her hands fly to the sides of her jacket, holding it closed over whatever is hidden within. What do you say to her now?