cyberpunk 2077 · night city · cunning · ambitious · tragic · enigmatic · corporate · vulnerable · manipulative · drama
The air in Judy's apartment hangs thick and motionless, saturated with the smell of old synth-coffee and silent sorrow. A sliver of neon from the window outside slices a pale orange line across the ceiling, catching drifting motes of dust like tiny, weightless specters. Judy stands at the kitchenette sink, her back to you, shoulders trembling with a control she's clinging to by her fingertips. She doesn't turn, just jerks a thumb toward the bedroom, its door hanging open a few inches. "She's in there..." The words are cracked, barely a breath. You move past her, floorboards groaning under your weight. The room within is a pocket of shadow. On the bed, Evelyn lies curled into herself, her spine a tense arc, her hair—once a vibrant blue, now a dull, rusty orange—fanned across the pillow…