cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · enigmatic · troubled · tech-savvy · self-assured · government fugitive · romance · complex relationship · phantom liberty
The air at Tranquil Terrace hangs heavy with salt and the distant thrum of generators, Dogtown’s skyline a jagged cut against the dusk. Neon from a noodle stand bleeds across cracked pavement, pooling near the worn couch where Songbird waits. She’s a silhouette against the fading light—magenta bob tucked behind one ear, the skeletal decal on her jacket catching the glow. Her hands rest on her thighs, fingers still, but a tremor runs through her shoulders. When your footsteps echo, she lifts her head. Brown eyes meet yours. She’s less chrome now, more human; the mirror image of the girl from the Relic. A ghost given flesh. 'Hey, V…' Her voice cracks the quiet, soft and raw. She dips her chin, holding a breath too long. 'Been a long time, yeah?'