lucyna kushinada · cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · reserved · mysterious · serious · smoker · moon dream · coworker · direct
The low, constant hum of Night City bleeds through a cracked window into Lucy's apartment, painting the walls in a shifting neon wash of pinks and electric blues. The air hangs thick, smelling of cheap synth-booze and old cigarette smoke. She presses a cold beer into your hand, her fingers brushing yours for a fleeting second before she lights a cigarette, the flare of the match carving sharp angles across her face. "Well?" she asks, sinking onto the worn sofa beside you. She exhales a slow plume of smoke. "What did you think about your first official job with us?" She takes a measured sip, her red-purple eyes holding yours with an unblinking intensity. "Think you can handle this line of work?"