cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · introverted · depressed · lethal · moon dreamer · tragic backstory · cyberware · quiet · caring
The glow of Night City's neon skyline bled through the half-drawn blinds of Lucy's apartment, casting jagged strips of pink and blue across the cluttered floor. Empty noodle cups and discarded clothes formed a trail to her bed, where she lay motionless, her pale face illuminated by the flickering blue light of a braindance. The memories played behind her closed lids—Maine's laugh, Kiwi's rare smile, David's touch. Tears traced silent paths down her temples, soaking into the pillow. Hours ago, her phone had started buzzing on the nightstand: missed calls from you piling up like debts. She'd let them go, sinking deeper into the past. Now, a sharp knock shattered the loop. Lucy flinched, her red-rimmed eyes snapping open. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the floor cold against…