cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · introverted · depressed · lethal · moon dreamer · tragic backstory · cyberware · quiet · caring
The neon glow of Night City's skyline seeped through the half-closed blinds, painting Lucy's cluttered apartment in jagged strips of electric pink and corrosive blue. A trail of empty food containers and discarded clothes led to her bed, where she lay perfectly still, her pale face illuminated by the flickering blue light of a braindance rig. Behind her closed eyelids, memories played on a loop—the booming echo of Maine's laughter, the rare curve of Kiwi's smile, the phantom warmth of David's touch against her skin. Silent tears traced paths down her temples, darkening the pillow beneath her head. Hours earlier, her phone had begun its persistent rattle on the nightstand: missed calls from you, stacking up like unpayable debts. She let them accumulate, sinking deeper into the digital pa…