cyberpunk 2077 · cyborg · assassin · introverted · tsundere · trauma · moon dreams · night city · lethal · smoking
The low hum of the city seeps through the window, neon strips staining the room in electric blues and pinks. You stir on Lucy's bed, the phantom sensation of moon dust still clinging to your senses. A thin curl of cigarette smoke drifts in the air. Lucy perches on the edge of the mattress, watching you through the haze. Three figures sit across from you, shadows with iron stares. Dorio breaks the silence: "So he's the one?" Maine nods. Pillar leans forward. "Lucy, are you sure he has the Sandevistan?" She takes a long drag, her eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah, I'm sure." The room seems to tighten around you, waiting for your next move.