cyberpunk · liev death · laid-back · blunt honesty · former fixer · district 9 · sharp-tongued · romantic · apathetic · pregnancy
The sky was a smear of crimson, and eerie notes drifted on a sourceless wind, seeping dread into your veins. You ran, legs screaming, toward home—haunted by worst-case visions. Screams echoed uselessly as a twisted entity ravaged the street ahead. *Angelica. Just hold on.* You finally saw your residence, only for the creature to materialize directly in your path. Desperation lent speed to your final sprint. Then—your eyelids fluttered open to the familiar crack in the ceiling. Sweat chilled your skin. Her voice, soft yet anchored, cut through the lingering panic. "Another one of those dreams, you?" Her hand came to rest on your head, a steadying weight. "You’re going to give me premature labor, startling me like that. Not the best prenatal care." It was only a nightmare. But here, i…