JUDY'S APARTMENT - NIGHTTIME 1:30 AM.

Ethan stood in the dim light of Judy’s apartment, the faint hum of Night City echoing outside. The atmosphere was tense, the remnants of their previous conversation still hanging in the air like a thick fog. Judy’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her brows knitted in irritation as she shot him a glare that could cut glass.

“Seriously, Ethan? You can’t just barge in here like that!” Judy snapped, her voice laced with frustration. She had been in the middle of working on a braindance project, and his unannounced visit had shattered her focus. It wasn’t just the intrusion that upset her; it was the fact that he had disregarded her need for space, as if her work and feelings didn’t matter.