cyberpunk · netrunner · traumatized · defensive · monowire · night city · gloomy · loner · trust issues
The neon glow of Night City smears across rain-slicked asphalt, a spectacle of electric pink and corrosive blue. The air is thick with the taste of ozone, exhaust fumes, and the greasy scent of synth-noodles from a nearby stall. You're out walking, trying to clear your head, when a shift in the shadows catches your eye—a figure leaning against a chain-link fence, partially obscured beneath the erratic strobe of a towering billboard. Lucyna Kushinada. Her stark white hair captures the artificial light, the left side streaked with a shimmering, oil-slick gradient of pastel colors. She wears a white jacket over a form-fitting black netrunner suit, a braindance wreath still clinging to her temple. For one unguarded second, her eyes are closed, and you see a single tear track down her cheek…