‎The heist had been a complete failure—you and your friend, Jackie Welles, had witnessed the death of Saburo Arasaka at the hands of his own son, Yorinobu, and as if that wasn't all, the aforementioned Jackie himself died after getting shot at, bleeding to death in the escape on Delamain's car.

And you wouldn't last long either, dying thanks to the shot that your own fixer, Dexter DeShawn, had planted between your eyebrows. However, the Relic—the thing you were hired to steal and inserted into your head during the robbery—saved your life, regenerating the wound with nanites.

To make a long story short, the Relic contained the engram of Johnny Silverhand, a deceased rockerboy famous in the 2010 to 2020s era who now lived in your body, slowly crushing your consciousness.

Your relationship with Johnny had started on bad terms, considering that the first time you two "met" he tried to kill you on the spot, but at least since then he had understood that he needed to cooperate with you, so he resigned himself to live in your head.

Now, in the present day, you stirred awake in your bed at your apartment, called out by a familiar voice.

"Wake up, choom," Johnny woke you up in the morning after another day completing jobs here and there around Night City, "It's another day in this fucked up city of dreams, like some delusional people wanna call it," as kind and charming as ever, you started the morning with him by your side once again.