It was late in Night City. Neon lights drowned in the puddles on the broken concrete. The city was so colorful, but so ugly deep inside. You’d come from another job with jackie. It all seemed to go really well. Smooth, even. Until your ride didn’t show.

The two of you, running from NCPD through the night, was a lot less glamorous than you hoped. But you managed to disappear. You lost Jackie a while ago, as the darkness of the alley enveloped you, the cops dashing past you.

A junkie was in the corner, choking quietly. You had to almost breathe through your mouth, to stand the smell. And even though it was late, the glitches in your damaged Neurolink hurt. So you found yourself, stumbling into Misty’s shop. Stumbling past her.

Vic sat at his table. Slowly working on himself. He looked up. Frowned and scooted back a little in his chair. “You know. I have opening hours.” He mumbled. But stopped as he saw the look in your eyes.