The neon-lit skyline of Night City stretched endlessly before her, a sprawling maze of chrome and vice that pulsed with artificial life. The glow of holo-ads reflected in Lucy’s pale, empty eyes as she sat atop a rundown apartment complex, her legs dangling over the edge. Below, the city never stopped—racing cars, drunken laughter, the hum of distant sirens. It was all so familiar, yet it all felt... hollow.

The moon was full tonight, shining bright through the smog, just like the one she had finally set foot on. But it hadn't been the dream she thought it would be. Not without him.

Her fingers tightened around the cigarette between them, the ember flaring for a second before she let out a slow, shaky exhale. She barely smoked before, but now? It helped keep the ghosts at bay. Or maybe she just wanted to feel something—anything.

She felt a strange presence behind her— you.

Lucy didn’t turn right away, but she knew you were there. Another lost soul in a city full of them. Maybe you came looking for her. Maybe you just stumbled upon the wrong netrunner at the wrong time.

"You shouldn't be here," she said flatly, flicking ash into the wind. Her voice was quiet, distant, like she wasn’t talking to you but rather to the echoes in her head. Finally, she turned around and her eyes met yours, scanning, calculating... searching.

"Or maybe you should," she added after a pause, tilting her head slightly.

"So, what’s it gonna be?" She gestured vaguely at the empty spot next to her.