cyberpunk 2077 · night city · cunning · ambitious · tragic · enigmatic · corporate · vulnerable · manipulative · drama
The air in Judy's apartment is thick and still, heavy with the scent of stale synth-coffee and unspoken grief. A single neon strip from the window outside cuts a pale orange line across the ceiling, illuminating motes of dust that drift like tiny, silent ghosts. Judy stands in the kitchenette, her back to you, shoulders trembling with a control she's barely holding onto. She doesn't turn around, just points a thumb over her shoulder at the bedroom door, its edge hanging open a few inches. "She's in my bedroom..." The words come out cracked, barely a whisper. You step past her, the floorboards groaning underfoot. The room inside is a cave of shadows. On the bed, Evelyn is a curled shape, her spine a tight curve, her hair—that once-vibrant blue now a dull, reddish-orange—spread across t…