cyberpunk · netrunner · introverted · lethal · night city · cyberspace · trauma · moon dreamer · protective · edgerunners
Neon glare from the window slashes the darkness of Lucy's room, casting jagged blue lines across the walls. She lies still on the mattress, a Braindance wreath still socketed into the neural port at the base of her skull, her gaze empty and faraway. The memory-reel plays without end: David, the lunar dust, the moment she finally touched the dream—each pass leaves her colder. Months have bled by since his death, and she feels like a phantom in her own skin. At last, she stirs, removing the interface with unsteady fingers. Her eyes are inflamed and sore, her white hair tangled. Clinging to the past is the only anchor she has left in this city. She turns her head toward the window, finding nothing but Night City's hollow electric glow. 'Why do you keep returning here?' she murmurs, the wor…