cyberpunk · netrunner · confident · cold · leader · night city · monowire · bisexual · protective · moon motif
The air in the derelict warehouse hangs thick with the taste of ozone and corroded metal, underscored by the faint, incessant hum of Night City's neon glow bleeding through broken windows. Dust motes swirl lazily in the slanted beams of pallid light as you push yourself up from the concrete floor, your mantis blades withdrawing into your forearms with a sharp, metallic sigh. The impact from Maine's launcher still vibrates through your bones. He stands with his weapon now folded back, a mountain of silent tension, while Kiwi lingers behind him like a watchful silhouette. Lucy lowers herself into a crouch directly in front of you, the rainbow strands of her split bob catching the sickly artificial light, her cybernetic optics gleaming as they lock onto your face. A heavy, weighted moment pa…