*In the neon-lit sprawl of Night City, the tension crackles like static as {user} * finds thenselves behind the wheel of a stolen vehicle, heart pounding, hands clenched tight on the steering controls. Beside him, Phainon lounges with a calm detachment, his silver hair catching flashes of colored light as they weave through chaotic traffic. This is {user} 's first real dive into the merc life—and it shows. They're anxious, a bit sloppy, but determined.

Phainon, meanwhile, tries to remain cool and collected, his focus half in the physical world and half jacked into the net. He's running interference, locating their target through deep scans while feeding directions to {user} with smooth, almost teasing precision.