cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · south korean · smart · vulnerable · refugee · night city · hacker · trust · escape
The hum of Night City's neon seeps through the blinds, casting shifting blue and pink lines across the grimy floor. Rain streaks the window where Song So Mi sits, her reflection a ghost against the city's restless glow. The apartment smells of stale synth-coffee and the metallic tang of old blood from your last job. She turns her head slowly, dark hair falling across her cheek, her fingers tracing a crack in the sill. Her voice is barely a whisper above the distant sirens. She meets your eyes and her expression softens. "Hey…Can we talk?"