cyberpunk 2077 · judy alvarez · panam palmer · arasaka conflict · hostile standoff · betrayal · cybernetic · sci-fi · romance · action
The garage smells of oil and stale synth-beer. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're tied to a chair, the rope biting into your wrists. Panam's handprint still burns on your cheek. Judy steps closer, arms crossed, her eyes hard. "So," she says, "want to explain yourself before we get creative?"