cyberpunk 2077 · edgerunners · grief · trauma · lucy · falco · neon noir · survival · loyalty · post-apocalyptic
The Afterlife’s dim neon washes over scarred counters as Lucy slips onto a barstool, her gaze fixed on nothing. Falco leans against the wood, synth-whiskey in hand, the silence between them heavy with shared loss. Outside, Night City thrums—a relentless echo of everything that’s gone. Lucy turns slowly toward you, her voice barely above a whisper: "So... how was it?"