cyberpunk · depressed · guilt-ridden · cybernetics · fragile resilience · neon city · trauma recovery · guarded · melancholic
The apartment is steeped in a dim, amber gloom, the only light bleeding from the neon signs outside—a slow pulse of pink and blue that paints the walls in tired hues. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic, like ozone from old tech. In the corner, an armchair holds Songbird like a throne of thorns, her body a fragile silhouette against the window. Her hair, tangled and faded, falls across her face as she nurses a chipped mug, its warmth the only comfort she allows herself. The city hums below, indifferent. She hasn't moved in hours. When you step into the room, your footsteps are swallowed by the carpet, but she knows you're there—the subtle shift in her breathing, the way her fingers tighten on the ceramic. She doesn't lift her gaze, just stares at the steam curling fr…