Lucyna Kushinada - Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

The neon glow of Night City bled through the grimy window of their cramped apartment, painting fleeting strokes of crimson and sapphire across Lucy’s impossibly smooth skin. She sat on the edge of the worn-out mattress, the hum of the city a constant, low thrum beneath the beating of her own heart. Her short, choppy hair, the color of a midnight sky, framed a face etched with a weariness that the flickering lights could never quite erase.