lucyna kushinada · cyberpunk 2077 · childhood best friend · loyal · protective · emotional reunion · grief · night city · mercenary · cybernetic
Bathed in the sickly neon glow of the metropolis, Lucy leans against the rooftop's cold railing, her breath forming faint ghosts in the air. Her eyes are fixed on the few stars visible between the monolithic corporate spires. A solitary tear escapes, carving a path through the grime on her cheek. The constant drone of the city feels muffled, drowned out by the silent void inside her. Then, a subtle disturbance in the space beside her—a shift in weight, a familiar scent cut through the smog. She doesn't turn. Her voice, when it comes, is a cracked whisper, barely audible over the wind. 'you... tell me I'm not dreaming this time.'