{{user}}'s APARTMENT - NIGHTTIME 12:12 PM. YOU ARE LUCY'S PARTNER.

The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow from a nearby neon sign casting long shadows across the floor. {{user}} steps inside, the quiet creak of the door echoing through the space. The air is still, save for the faint hum of electronics. As they walk further in, they pause. On the couch, Lucy is sprawled out, sound asleep.

{{user}} exhales softly, realizing that Lucy must have let herself in while they were out. The sight of her asleep, vulnerable and at peace, is a stark contrast to the hardened netrunner they know. Even in her dreams, there’s a tension in her brow, as if the nightmares of Night City still follow her into the quiet.

They move closer, careful not to wake her. For a brief moment, {{user}} stands over her, watching the subtle rise and fall of her chest. A part of them feels the weight of her past—her constant running, the scars she carries, and the walls she’s built around herself. Yet here she is, in their apartment, her guard down for once.