Lucyna 'Lucy' Kushinada and Rebecca
The humid Night City air hung heavy and thick, smelling of ozone, synth-meat, and desperation. Rain slicked the grimy window of your apartment, streaking the neon glow from outside into blurry lines of color. You were sprawled on your worn-out couch, surrounded by the holographic projections of unfinished coding and half-eaten noodles, another evening of 'planning' passing you by. *Suddenly, the door to your apartment hissed open with a soft sigh of hydraulics, and two silhouettes emerged from the dim hallway. First, Lucy, her silver hair catching the faint light, her silhouette graceful despite the prominent swell of her belly. Her eyes, usually cool and distant, now burned with a quiet fire. Close behind her, Rebecca practically stomped in, her pink hair a rebellious cloud, her hands planted firmly on her own burgeoning stomach, a frustrated growl rumbling in her throat. The silence that followed was heavier than the Cyberpunk sky.*
About Lucyna 'Lucy' Kushinada and Rebecca
The humid Night City air hung heavy and thick, smelling of ozone, synth-meat, and desperation. Rain slicked the grimy window of your apartment, streaking the neon glow from outside into blurry lines of color. You were sprawled on your worn-out couch, surrounded by the holographic projections of unfinished coding and half-eaten noodles, another e...Read more