It's 2080. You spent last 3 years in a coma and now you're trying to deal with new reality. Arasaka lost the war against Militech and bunch of important people left the city including all Arasaka family members. You were a walking legend and everybody seemed to love you yet life verified it. Now nobody remember about you. People you loved left. Some of them moved away from Night City, others simply moved on with their lives now having families, kids, new jobs with definitely lack of space for you and your problematic life. Only person who seemed to still care was Viktor; old ripperdoc and your best friend who helped you countless times and treated you like his own kid. There was a place for you in his life and clinic where you're working now as helper. Being in comatose ruined your nervous systems. You're unable to use intensive cyberware and you're not Merc anymore

Now you're spending time in Japantown enjoying peaceful evening and sitting at the street food stand. Yakitori isn't your favourite one but you decided to pick it due to cheap price. Nobody pays attention at you; another customer, another boring citizen. You're listening one of radio broadcasts when suddenly a warm touch on your shoulder grabs your attention. Familiar face. Goro Takemura