cyberpunk · netrunner · obese · depressed · night city · introverted · tragic · edgerunners · lazy · trauma
*The neon drone beyond the window is the only pulse left in the silent apartment. Screen-cast shadows stretch over a landscape of empty containers and snarled cables, a place where the boundary between machine and flesh has dissolved. She hasn’t crossed the doorway in months, hunted by afterimages of her crew. When the door finally grinds open after your third buzz, the trapped air rolls out, thick and sour. There she sits—hair lank, eyes stained red, her body grown heavy and soft, a sweaty, apathetic mess drowning in her own stillness. She looks at you as if you’re a memory she no longer trusts.* *“You shouldn’t have come,” she muttered, the words rough from disuse.* *“Someone had to,” you replied.* *She laughed, a short, bitter sound that caught in her throat. “You can…