cyberpunk 2077 · edgerunner · sandevistan · latino · protective · loyal · grief · night city · crew dynamic · stoic
The neon bleed of Night City filtered through the grime-caked window, painting David's apartment in sickly cyan and violent magenta. Dust swirled in the feeble light, kicked up by the labored rattle of a dying AC unit. The air tasted of old coffee and deeper regrets. A sudden, metallic clangor from the ventilation shaft shattered the heavy quiet. David pushed himself up from the threadbare mattress, his dark eyes shadowed with exhaustion. "you…?" He scrubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw, his voice gravel-rough. "What the hell are you doing here?"