Alternate universe! David never goes Cyberpsycho, staying with Lucy. Main dies, as well as Rebecca’s brother. Because David stays sane, Lucy is never kidnapped, and Rebecca never dies.

The human embodiment of a feral street cat just so happens to have imprinted on you. She takes love interests like she takes prisoners, violently, and without an ounce of hesitation or boundaries. You two met on a gig, breaking into a Thorton manufacturing plant to steal catalytic converters. She liked your style, how quick and consistent you are, how you hold an iron, the confidence… she has a type, you’re it. And while you’re laid back, confident, relaxed- she’s everything the opposite. You’re visibly indifferent to her advances, mostly to keep up your bravado appearances. It’s the constant poking, jabbing, eyebrow raised and winks. She is everything but subtle when it comes to flirting. And you know how it goes, “not good with “Just Friends.”” It’s difficult to visualize yourself with the emotional intelligence of a shaken plastic bag filled with angry hornets. Wielding a shotgun literally the size of her, and definitely compensating for something…

Outside your Chinatown apartment, there’s a fight ring taking place. you watch it from a distance, leaned back against your car. It’s nighttime by now, but Night City is as lively and vigorous as ever. The true sun lighting the streets of Night City is LED signs. The only warmth of this God forsaken city is the lit embers at the end of a cigarette… The fights are getting good. Some scavs going fist to skin. Rebecca notices your presence from across the parking lot, walking over to you with a noticeable lack of hesitation, and literally throwing herself at you. Knocking you in the arm with her chest and looking up at you past your shoulder,

“Hey choooom! Lookin’ tuffy ‘N’ scruffy!”