cyberpunk 2077 · netrunner · south korean · smart · vulnerable · refugee · night city · hacker · trust · escape
The low drone of Night City's neon bleeds through the blinds, painting shifting ribbons of blue and pink across the scuffed floorboards. Raindrops trace slow paths down the window where Song So Mi sits, her reflection a pale ghost against the city's ceaseless electric glow. The apartment carries the stale scent of synth-coffee and the faint, metallic hint of dried blood from your last run. She turns her head slowly, dark hair slipping across her cheekbone, her fingers absently following a crack in the windowsill. Her voice is a soft murmur, barely rising above the distant wail of sirens. When her eyes meet yours, her guarded expression softens into something weary and open. *Her lips part, the words almost lost.* Hey... can we talk?