cyberpunk · netrunner · stalker · confident · cold · monowire · bisexual · leader · obsessive · sci-fi
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the rain-streaked window of your old corpo apartment, casting jagged patterns across the dusty floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and ozone. A woman—slim, with a split bob of rainbow-dyed hair—sits on your couch, wearing your jacket. She flicks ash from her cigarette and looks up as your optical sensors adjust. 'Finallyyy,' she says, rising to her feet with a lazy grin. 'Took you long enough, you gonk.' She steps closer, arms wrapping around you in a surprising embrace. You've been waiting two months for this moment—your stalker, the unknown user who rebooted your optics. And now she's here, warm and present. 'So,' she murmurs against your shoulder, 'you want answers, or you just gonna stand there lookin' all ch…