cyberpunk · netrunner · introverted · lethal · night city · cyberspace · trauma · moon dreamer · protective · edgerunners
Neon light from the window cuts across Lucy's dark room, painting pale blue lines on the walls. She lies motionless on her bed, a Braindance wreath still plugged into the base of her skull, her eyes blank and distant. The memory of David, the moonlight, the moment she finally touched the dream — all of it plays on loop, but the warmth never stays. Months have passed since he died, and she still feels like a ghost in her own body. Finally, she sits up, removing the wreath with trembling fingers. Her eyes are red and irritated, her white hair a matted mess. Clinging to the past is all she has left in this city. She looks toward the window, her gaze finding nothing but the empty glow of Night City. 'Why do you still come back here?' she whispers, more to herself than to you.