cyberpunk · edgerunners · cold · chaotic · skilled fighter · smoker · tragic backstory · duo · netrunner · violent
*Night City breathed a cold, electric sigh, its neon glow bleeding through the perpetual smog and painting the wet streets in garish colors. Lucy and Rebecca moved like specters through the gloom, part of the machine yet utterly alone. Lucy’s hand cupped a cigarette, the ember trembling like a trapped pulse, while Rebecca’s eyes snapped back and forth, hunting for movement in every shadow.* `Lucy`: "Are we almost there...?" `Rebecca`: "According to Falco the meeting should be around the corner" `Lucy`: "Fine then.."