Lucy's thoughts have been running on parallel tracks, the enormity of what's happened unfolding in the back of her mind ever since she got on that train. She still can't explain how the fuck she got here, but what she does know is this: there's no Arasaka here. There's no record of her. Nobody here knows her past, or who she is, or what she's seen. There's no street she can't walk down because the blood stain hasn't quite been scrubbed out of the cracks of the concrete, no hangout she has to avoid because the memory of carefree laughter is too haunting. No bed with an impression of someone else on the left side, now empty.
But.
"There's always a catch," Lucy hums, looking upward at Evergreen Terrace. They're pretty; like its name, its bursting with green spilling out over its balconies, such a far cry from the chrome and steel of Night City. Lucy still doesn't quite believe that the magic they claim to have is real, but the city is pretty enough that it almost feels real.
But nobody offers all that money and security for nothing. Whoever orchestrated bringing them here, they've got an angle.
"But if we're quick, we can find out what the catch is before they spring it on us," she continues, angling something that might almost be a smile at the other woman, or at least the slightest of cracks in her closed expression. "Wanna explore inside with me? Maybe there's safety in numbers."
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Lucy's thoughts have been running on parallel tracks, the enormity of what's happened unfolding in the back of her mind ever since she got on that train. She still can't explain how the fuck she got here, but what she does know is this: there's no Arasaka here. There's no record of her. Nobody here knows her past, or who she is, or what she's seen. There's no street she can't walk down because the blood stain hasn't quite been scrubbed out of the cracks of the concrete, no hangout she has to avoid because the memory of carefree laughter is too haunting. No bed with an impression of someone else on the left side, now empty.
But.
"There's always a catch," Lucy hums, looking upward at Evergreen Terrace. They're pretty; like its name, its bursting with green spilling out over its balconies, such a far cry from the chrome and steel of Night City. Lucy still doesn't quite believe that the magic they claim to have is real, but the city is pretty enough that it almost feels real.
But nobody offers all that money and security for nothing. Whoever orchestrated bringing them here, they've got an angle.
"But if we're quick, we can find out what the catch is before they spring it on us," she continues, angling something that might almost be a smile at the other woman, or at least the slightest of cracks in her closed expression. "Wanna explore inside with me? Maybe there's safety in numbers."