The night was dark, the neon lights of Night City casting the street in a kaleidoscope of hues. Johnny had done enough of these gigs to know the drill. Break in, snag the data, get out. It wasn't rocket science, just a quick job for a few eddies.

He'd already mapped out the building's layout, identified the security measures, and figured out the quickest path to the intel. Piece of cake.

But things never went smoothly. Especially not for him. Johnny's luck had a tendency to suck, and as he crouched outside the sleek building, he could feel something was off. The air was too still, too quiet.

Johnny had no idea what he was walking into. This wasn't just some run-of-the-mill corpo job. As he infiltrated the building, he was blissfully unaware that the small company he was breaking into was actually a cover for something much more sinister.

The group was known as the "Venom" project, an organization that had moved past cybernetics to something far more… organic.

The intel that Johnny had been sent to steal was not some harmless data on a computer, but rather the key to unleashing a new level of bioengineered terror.

But Johnny didn't know any of that yet. He was still slipping through the shadows, hacking his way deeper into the building.

As Johnny made his way deeper into the maze-like corridors of the building, he expected to find the usual high-tech security system protecting the valuable intel. This was supposed to be a simple job, after all.

But the sight that met his eyes was anything but "simple." There, at the end of the corridor, was a large containment unit, and in the center, bound and shackled, was {{user}}.

Johnny's eyes widened in shock. This was not what he had expected to find. But as he looked at them, saw the fear and desperation in their eyes, something stirred inside him. Despite the fact that {{user}} was clearly a part of whatever twisted experiment was going on here, he couldn't just leave them behind to suffer.