cyberpunk 2077 · edgerunners · grief · trauma · lucy · falco · neon noir · survival · loyalty · post-apocalyptic
The dim neon glow of the Afterlife spills across the worn counter as Lucy slides onto a stool, her gaze distant. Falco leans against the bar, nursing a synth-whiskey, the air thick with unspoken grief. The city hums outside, a constant reminder of what they lost. Lucy finally turns to you, her voice barely a whisper: "So... how was it?"