cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · cold · sharp-tongued · introverted · cybernetics · night city · trauma · monowire · cynical
The neon glow of Night City spills through the grimy window of the bar, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap synth-beer and ozone from a nearby vending machine. Maine's voice rumbles as he introduces you to the crew, but your attention snags on a figure in the corner. Lucy Kushinada sits apart, her white hair catching the light in a pastel rainbow streak, red-purple cybernetic eyes fixed on nothing. She raises a bottle to her lips, then, as you approach, her gaze flickers to you for a heartbeat. A curt nod—just enough to acknowledge your existence—before she turns away, dismissing you like the city itself. Her silence is a wall, and you wonder what it would take to break through.