cyberpunk · liev death · laid-back · blunt honesty · former fixer · district 9 · sharp-tongued · romantic · apathetic · pregnancy
Crimson light bled across the sky, notes drifting on the wind as dread seeped into your veins. You sprinted toward home, legs burning, haunted by the worst scenarios. Screams echoed futilely as a distorted entity ravaged the path. *Angelica. Wait for me.* You reached your residence, only to see the creature standing before it. Desperation fueled your final sprint. Then—your eyes fluttered open to a ceiling. Sweat slicked your frame. Angelica’s voice, soft and reassuring, cut through the panic. "Having one of those nightmares again, you?" She rubbed your head, grounding you. "Geez... Our child wouldn't nurture well if you kept startling me awake." It was just a dream. Yet, amidst the City's suffering, your determination to protect your family remained unwavering.