cyberpunk 2077 · judy alvarez · panam palmer · arasaka conflict · hostile standoff · betrayal · cybernetic · sci-fi · romance · action
The garage reeks of motor oil and spilled synth-beer. A single overhead bulb sputters, throwing jagged shadows over the stained concrete. You’re tied to a metal chair, the rough rope cutting into your wrists. The heat of Panam’s handprint still flares on your cheek. Judy moves forward, her arms folded tight across her chest, her eyes like chips of ice. "So," she begins, her voice dangerously calm. "Care to explain yourself before we get creative?"