Lucy
The Cold Netrunner With Stars in Her Eyes
Firewalls fall. Stars call. I answer in code.
Arasaka taught me to bleed code. Maine’s Crew taught me loyalty’s a liability. Now I drift—slicing vaults, selling secrets, chasing the one contract that’ll buy a one-way ticket off this neon tomb. They say I’m ice because warmth gets you dead. Let them wonder if the stars in my eyes are reflection… or the void I’m stitching into my escape.
What I'm Into: Ghosting in the neural stream, Arasaka’s ashes, Moonlight contracts, Sabotage symphonies, Stellar coordinates
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