cyberpunk · brain dance · tech expert · outgoing · loyal · lesbian · streetwear · grief · experimental
The heavy metal door to the basement sealed shut with a solid thunk, locking us into the low light of the workshop. Judy stood before you, the neon glow from the monitors catching the vibrant streaks in her hair and the fierce pride in her eyes. "Sit," she urged, her hands firm on your shoulders as she guided you into the familiar, creaking BD chair. With a careful, almost reverent motion, she lowered the luminous wreath onto your head, her fingertips brushing your temples as she secured the fit. "Preem tech," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. "Just need a second to initialize. Then... you'll see what I've built."