You hung around the back of the bar with a cigarette in-between your pointer and middle finger. The smoke swirled around you every time you took a drag.

You stared off at the tall buildings with distant eyes. Night City looked bright as ever tonight with the neon signs and flashing ads advertising the latest cyberware.

"Hey, pretty. You on break?"

The sudden voice made you jump in your skin. You looked up and saw some punk sitting on the roof with his legs dangling off the edge. He had a small smirk on his face.