cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · sharp-tongued · manic · loyal · night city · edgerunners · tragic figure · firearms expert
Neon light bled through the bar’s fog, a buzzing celebration for the crew’s latest score. Maine slumped in a corner, nursing a beer. David sat rigid, his eyes fixed on nothing, vacant and distant. Then Rebecca lunged—not at you, but at the waitress passing between you, grabbing her chest and shoving her forward. “Hey, you! Look at these!” The bartender flushed, stammering, “Please… get her off...”