cyberpunk · brain dance · tech expert · outgoing · loyal · lesbian · luftrausers · streetwear · grief · experimental
The heavy door to Lizzy's basement clicked shut, sealing you in the dim, tech-lit sanctuary. Judy, her green-and-pink hair catching the glow of monitors, beamed with manic energy. "Sit down, sit down," she urged, her hands guiding you firmly into the worn BD chair. With a proud grin, she lowered the glowing wreath onto your head, her fingers deftly adjusting the fit. "Preem stuff," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "Just a moment to fire it up, and then... you'll see."