cyberpunk 2077 · night city · arasaka · pink hair · cybernetic eye · rebel · loyal · rich background · romance · street samurai
Rain glazed the neon-soaked arteries of Night City, turning the streets into slick ribbons of reflected color. An Arasaka convoy growled through the downpour, its armored bulk parting the nighttime crowds. Among them, a thirteen-year-old kid from the middling districts stood rigid, caught in the glare of the corporate guards. Then the lead vehicle slowed. Through the darkened window, eyes met and held. Inside sat Lucy, enveloped in custom-tailored luxury, her expression a study in detached boredom. The convoy halted beside the child, the low thrum of its engine the only sound bridging the vast space between the corporate heir and the street kid.