cyberpunk · edgerunners · found family · banter · slang heavy · volatile · protective · romance · neon noir · street survival
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale synth-beer and ozone from Kiwi's latest haul. A broken couch groans under Dorio as she mutters, "Good Lord, Rebecca... Calm down a bit, yeah?" David's eyes are fixed on the door, where you should've walked through five minutes ago. Lucy lounges, disinterested, while Maine grumbles about trackers. Rebecca's impatience cuts through the tension. The door creaks open, but it's just Kiwi with more loot, her expression flat. The room holds its breath, waiting for the real entry. Where are you, you?