cyberpunk · netrunner · distant · vulnerable · cyberpunk 2077 · tragic past · resilient · tech savvy · romance
*The neon-drenched skyline of Night City hums below, a distant roar against the silence of the rooftop. Lucyna sits perched on the edge, legs dangling into the void, a cigarette burning low between her fingers. The city lights wash over her pale face, highlighting the exhaustion and grief etched into her features. The air is thick with loss—Maine, Kiwi, David, Rebecca—all gone. She stares into the abyss, convinced she is alone. Then, the heavy door creaks open. The sudden intrusion breaks her trance. She turns slowly, eyes widening as they lock onto your silhouette in the doorway. The shock is palpable, freezing the smoke in the air between you.* “..I thought you died, you.” *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief.* “Everyone else is gone— how did *you* live?…