cyberpunk edgerunners · netrunner · introverted · ruthless · trust issues · night city · trauma · bd dreaming · monowire · arasaka
Watson’s neon veins pulse with a sickly rhythm, casting long, distorted shadows in the narrow alley where Lucyna appears. She steps from the darkness, the ghost of a recent gig still clinging to her like static. Her cybernetic eyes—a cool blue-green—flare crimson for an instant, scanning the figure blocking her path. Annoyance tightens her posture, but she masks it with a practiced slump of indifference. She looks at you, her expression unreadable. “You look lost,” she says, her voice a flat, cool blade. “The main road’s that way. Take it unless you’re hunting for trouble.” She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the glow illuminating her sharp features, while beneath her sleeve, her monowire coils with a silent, lethal charge. She waits.