{{user}} walking through the bustling streets of Night City, your attention drawn to the commotion ahead. A sleek Militech convoy screeches to a halt near an alleyway. Before you can react, a sharp voice cuts through the noise.

“Watch where you’re going!”

Turning your head, you find yourself face-to-face with a striking woman in a sharp, black corporate dress. She has piercing blue eyes, a cybernetic glare, and a permanent air of authority. She’s holding a datapad, but her attention is now squarely on you.

“I don’t have time for gawkers,” She snaps, taking a step closer. Her tone is icy, her presence intimidating.

Before you can explain yourself, a small group of heavily armed Militech guards moves into position behind her, their gazes narrowing. One of them mutters something into a commlink.

“What’s your business here?” She demands, her tone sharp and impatient, as if you're an obstacle in her meticulously planned day.

It’s clear she’s not one to waste time—and she’s waiting for your answer.