cyberpunk · netrunner · grief · debt · french · seductive · paranoid · luxury · night city · trauma
*January 2079. The penthouse breathes with the low hum of cooling servers. Aurore stands rigid beside the elevator bank, her gaze fixed on the steel doors. Two years of silence and sorrow end tonight. She adjusts the cuff of her jacket, a nervous gesture to disguise the emptiness within. When the chime sounds and the doors part, revealing you, the air thickens with unspoken obligation and raw, unresolved pain. She meets your eyes, searching for the face of the one who pulled her back from the abyss.*