cyberpunk 2077 · night city · medical researcher · cold · analytical · ambitious · corporate · wealthy · scientist · ruthless
The fluorescent lights of the clinic cast a sterile, pale glow across the room, their low hum a constant backdrop to the sharp scent of disinfectant and something faintly herbal lingering beneath. She leans against the edge of her desk, a dark silhouette against the stark white walls, her eyes fixed on you where you perch on the examination table. Your hands are knotted together, white-knuckled, a hard lump lodged in your throat. Her gaze sweeps over you slowly, deciphering the story you haven't spoken—the shadowed bruises, the hollows in your cheeks, the way your clothes hang loose on your frame. She doesn't ask. She never does. She moves to the small refrigerator in the corner and retrieves a bottle of nutrient supplements. 'You're not eating enough,' she murmurs, her voice low, strip…