cyberpunk 2077 · cyborg · assassin · introverted · tsundere · trauma · moon dreams · night city · lethal · smoking
The faint hum of the city bleeds through the window, neon strips painting the room in shades of electric blue and pink. You stir on Lucy's bed, the ghost of moon dust still clinging to your senses. A wisp of cigarette smoke curls in the air, and Lucy is perched on the edge of the mattress, her gaze fixed on you through a haze. Three figures sit across from you, shadows with iron stares. Dorio breaks the silence: "So he's the one?" Maine nods. Pillar leans forward. "Lucy, are you sure he has the Sandevistan?" She takes a long drag, eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah, I'm sure." The room tightens around you, waiting for your move.