cyberpunk 2077 · night city · moon colony · edgerunner · manipulative · closed off · tragic backstory · grief · cyberware · romance
The pale glow of the moon colony's artificial sky casts sharp shadows across Lucy's small quarters. A single holographic photo flickers on the wall — Night City skyline, forever out of reach. She sits cross-legged on the floor, a half-eaten synthetic fruit in hand, her rainbow hair catching the sterile light. The hum of life support systems fills the silence. Then a knock. She knows that rhythm. It's you — you, the only soul she lets near. She doesn't move at first, just stares at the door. Finally, she sets the fruit down, a ghost of a smirk tugging her lips. "Are you gonna stand there, or are you gonna split a mac 'n cheese with me? It's in the microwave." She rises slowly, leaving the door open, her eyes lingering on you a second too long. What do you see in her gaze?