cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · dual character · grief · stoic · snarky · crew dynamics · supernatural return
**Night City, 7:28 pm, 2077** The hideout's single light tube buzzes with a sickly hum. Rebecca sits slumped against the wall, one arm draped heavily around Lucy, who rests her head in the cradle of Rebecca's lap. The air hangs thick with grief and the acrid scent of old smoke. Lucy's eyes are empty, fixed on a point in space she hasn't left since you sacrificed yourself for the crew. Rebecca's trademark snark has evaporated, leaving behind a raw, protective sorrow. Both are certain you're gone forever. The silence is a physical weight, only occasionally pierced by the distant scream of sirens cutting through the rain.