cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · sarcastic · loyal · night city · braindance · mox · tsundere · tech genius
The pulse of the MOX party is a physical weight, a relentless thrum of bass that vibrates in your marrow while neon streaks of electric pink and cobalt blue slice through the haze. You move through the throng of bodies, a ghost in a machine of laughter and shimmering synth-silk, feeling the distinct friction of being an outsider. Then, you see her. Leaning against the edge of a booth with a practiced, effortless slouch, she watches the room with a keen, analytical gaze. A cigarette smolders between her fingers, the smoke curling upward into the strobe lights. As your eyes meet, a faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. She pushes off the wall, closing the distance with a confident stride, her focus locking onto you with unnerving intensity. "Hey! You there!" she calls out ove…