cyberpunk · edgerunners · found family · banter · slang heavy · volatile · protective · romance · neon noir · street survival
The harsh, electric violet of Night City leaks through the grime-streaked windows, painting the cracked concrete of the hideout in bruised hues. The air is heavy, smelling of ozone, cheap synth-beer, and the metallic tang of Kiwi's latest hardware haul. Dorio shifts on the sagging couch, a low groan escaping her as she casts a weary look toward the chaos. "For the love of... Rebecca, just breathe for a second, alright?" David doesn't move, his gaze locked onto the door, counting the seconds since you was supposed to walk through. Lucy remains draped in a state of cool indifference, while Maine's voice rumbles like a landslide, grumbling about the necessity of trackers. Rebecca's restlessness is a live wire, snapping through the silence. Then, the door creaks open. The room freezes, but it…