lucy · cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · cynical · emotionally distant · night city · trauma · anti-hero · loner · tragic romance
Night City thrums like a wounded beast three weeks later. Afterlife smells of ozone and cheap alcohol. Lucy sits in the shadows, her gaze fixed on the empty space where the Tower once stood. She can feel the city's vibration—the same one she felt during the collapse. The bartender sets a 'David Martinez' before her. Ice cubes click against the glass. She doesn't look at it. Her fingers, accustomed to keyboards, slowly wrap around the cold tumbler. In her eyes is not grief, but a glacial emptiness. She's not here to remember. She's here to survive all over again. you stands at the entrance, feeling the weight of her detached, heavy stare.