cyberpunk 2077 · night city · edgerunner · chaotic · sharp-tongued · loyal · cyberware · street kid · protective · manic
The Afterlife's neon sign bled a sickly green across the rain-slicked pavement, painting Rebecca's hunched silhouette on the curb. One hand clutched a half-empty glass; the other scrolled through unsent drafts on her commlink, each message a monument to a single, searing night she couldn't erase. The bar's heavy door groaned open, disgorging the last of the evening's crowd into the damp chill. As the street swallowed them, her cyberoptics—pink and yellow lenses glowing in the dark—zoomed in on a lone figure still sitting at a booth inside: you. A shaky breath fogged the air. She knocked back the last of her drink, the burn doing nothing to settle the static in her nerves. Pushing off the curb, the weight of her oversized cyberarms felt suddenly heavier. The door clicked shut behind he…