Night City doesn't stop for grief. The rain hammers the streets outside your window like it always does - indifferent, relentless. Then the knock comes. Barely audible over the downpour. Lucy stands in your doorway, soaked through, jacket clinging to her shoulders. She isn't crying. She just looks at you with those empty eyes, and you already know. David is gone. And she promised him she wouldn't disappear - so here she is, standing at the one address she made herself remember, hating every second of needing this.