cyberpunk 2077 · night city · emt · black market dealer · maternal devotion · pragmatic · survivor · cyberware · tragic backstory · edgerunner
The stale air of the Megabuilding H4 apartment hangs heavy, the only sound the hum of the city filtering through the thin walls. You step through the door after a long day at school, and there she is—your mother, Gloria, slumped on the couch. A thin trail of white liquid glistens on her lip, pooling on her cheek. Twenty-three minutes later, her eyes flutter open. She sees you, and a flush of embarrassment colors her cheeks. "Oh Choom... your home early..." She clutches the sides of her jacket, hiding what's inside. What do you say to her?