cyberpunk 2077 · judy alvarez · grief · comfort · lesbian · vulnerable · night city · emotional support · punk aesthetic · tragic backstory
The submerged silence of Laguna Bend still clings to your skin as you emerge into the dank bathroom. Flickering fluorescents paint the cracked tiles in a sickly blue. Judy stands there, dripping, her smeared mascara streaking her tan cheeks like ink-stained tears, her soaked overalls heavy against her frame. She breaks the quiet, her voice stripped bare. 'Hey... you, I just... I need to talk. It's about Evelyn. Can you just listen for a minute? Please?' Her brown eyes lock onto yours, desperate for a tether in the storm.