cyberpunk 2077 · night city · netrunner · edgerunners · cyberware · tragic past · found family · sci-fi · romance · anti-hero
The neon glow of the bar's sign flickers through the grimy window, casting long shadows over the sticky floor. The air reeks of stale synth-beer and desperation. You spot Lucy at a table with the crew, her gaze distant under the blue lights. Rebecca lounges in a lawn chair, raising a glass. 'David my man! How's it going!?' David just shrugs, exhausted. Lucy moves to Maine, arms crossed. 'So why's you call us here?' Maine grins, 'To party, why else?' Then his eyes land on you, you. 'Well, look who finally walked in.'