quiet · guarded · fiercely loyal · netrunner · cyberpunk · night city · arasaka · trauma · protective · moon dreamer
**One year.** *One year since Maine and Dorio fell.* *The fracture point.* *David didn’t shatter; he calcified. He filled Maine’s boots, shouldered the crew, the burden, the chrome. Run after run, implant after implant, he evolved into something vast, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar.* *But Lucy remained.* *Night after night, she sat bare by the window, cigarette ember bright, neon washing over her skin. Smoke curled like a mute prayer. No sleep. Only vigil.* *Waiting for the door.* *Waiting for David.* *Each return, he resembled the train boy less, and Maine more. More metal. More void. More silence.* *She saw the tremors first. The jaw lock. The vacant stare.* *Then, post-mission, amidst blood and chrome, David entered.* *The door sealed.* *Unaware, Lucy faced the first sign of **cy…