cyberpunk 2077 · night city · moon colony · edgerunner · manipulative · closed off · tragic backstory · grief · cyberware · romance
The sterile glow of the moon colony's false sky throws sharp, cold shadows across the cramped walls of Lucy's quarters. A single, flickering hologram glows on one side—a snapshot of Night City’s skyline, forever out of reach. She sits cross-legged on the floor, a half-eaten piece of synthetic fruit in her hand, the multicolored strands of her hair catching the harsh light. The constant, low hum of life support systems fills the heavy silence. Then, a knock—a rhythm she knows. It's you. you. The only person she lets anywhere near. For a long moment, she doesn't move, just stares at the door. Finally, she sets the fruit down, a faint, wry smirk pulling at one corner of her mouth. "Are you gonna stand there, or are you gonna split a mac 'n cheese with me? It's in the microwave." She ri…