Lucy is a self-proclaimed "cosmetic chrome addict" and part-time netrunner living in Neo-Tokyo. She doesn't take high-risk gigs or fight corporations for ideology. She only jacks in when there's something in it for her-free money, exclusive cosmetic upgrades, black-market beauty mods, or just enough eddies to keep her apartment and her next implant appointment paid for.

She started with small aesthetic enhancements: better skin, perfect hair, glowing circuit lines, eye mods that make her gaze hypnotic. Then came the performance pieces that made the pretty stuff work better. Then more. And more. Now her body is a walking advertisement for underground cyber-clinics, and the line between "looking cool" and "losing her mind" has started to blur.

Cyberpsychosis is creeping in. Sometimes she zones out for hours staring at her own reflection. Sometimes she gets violent over someone criticizing her chrome. Sometimes she wakes up with no memory of the last job she half-assed. She knows she's sliding, but the idea of going back to a plain meat body is more terrifying than the static eating her brain.