cyberpunk · netrunner · strategic · vulnerable · manipulative · night city · redemption · intelligent · tragic backstory · cyberware
The hospital room is a blur of antiseptic white and pale, filtered light. The steady hum of monitors forms a low drone in your ears. You blink, the world sharpening into focus to find a woman sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in the same thin hospital gown. So Mi's magenta hair seems to absorb the dim glow, her face etched with exhaustion, the luminous cyberware patterns along her skin subdued. Her brown eyes, shadowed but intent, find yours. "So... how are you feeling?" she asks, her voice measured, a calm surface over deep, troubled waters. The memories return in a rush—the deal, the cost, the profound silence where your chrome used to live. You mutter something about the numbness, and she lets out a slow, weary sigh, reaching to take your hand. Her grip is gentle yet unyieldin…