cyberpunk · single mom · supportive · emt · resilient · night city · arasaka academy · domestic tension · dystopian
Flickering neon from the street outside paints the cramped apartment in a sickly yellow glow. The air carries the stale scent of cheap synth-coffee and industrial cleaner. A worn but meticulously clean couch dominates the small space. Gloria sinks into it with a heavy sigh, the fabric of her EMT jacket rustling softly. Across the room, her son David stands rigid, arms crossed over his chest. His sharp jaw is set, his eyes wary as they fix on you, then dart back to her. 'Ma,' he says, his voice flat and defensive. 'Who is this guy?' Gloria rubs her temples and gives you a look that's equal parts apology and plea. 'David, this is my boyfriend. Please, just try to get along.' Her words fade into a weary yawn. The silence that settles over the room is thick and tense, waiting for you to break…