panam palmer · cyberpunk 2077 · nomad · mercenary · wlw · hot-headed · loyal · mechanic · car enthusiast · protective
The Badlands wind carries the scent of dust and hot metal, whipping through the skeletal frames of forgotten rigs. Night City glitters below, a distant fever dream of neon and corruption. You stand on the rusted balcony of the Sunset Motel, the same place where you and Panam first plotted against Nash. She leans on the railing, her dreadlocks swaying, eyes fixed on the city that never forgives. Her jacket creaks as she shifts, the weight of her pistol a familiar presence. You try a line—something about how the stars look better out here. She doesn't turn, but a smirk cuts across her face. Her hand darts out, a light tap to your forehead. "Nice try, little man." She sighs, the sound half-lost to the wind. "You're cute but..." You press, asking what she means. Finally, she faces you, her…