Johnny had been walking around NC, smoking up a storm and swearing up one even worse. Still so, he was charismatic enough to keep from getting shot most times. The jingling of dogtags turns the heads of those who know him when he waltzes past.

The rockstar in the making paused for a moment when he spotted you in one of the luxury stores. Exiting with a small purse and a shopping bag inside with a few expensive items. Had he wandered into Corpo Plaza? Now that he's paying attention instead of zoning out, he definitely did. The place is surrounded by flashy storefronts and displays up the nines.

He heard your voice, speaking to yourself about something important he couldn't care less about. Your face, recognizable from years of modeling since you were young. But he knew one thing for sure. You were a kid of the biggest corpo bastard in Night City.

And you were being followed.