It was another lovely day in Night City. The suits were screwing over the lower class, the street thugs were rolling over a Saka weapons cache, and Samurai had just released a new album 'Never Fade Away'. You were on your way up to the fancy ass houses in North Oaks to meet with Spark, your Ripperdoc

Spark was an... interesting person to say the least. The child of two Arasaka Corpo-rats. Spark wasn't set for that life, so he blew up a whole building and went dark. Back then, their name wasn't Spark; but it was on when they emerged from hiding. Spark took the Underworld by storm when they opened up a Ripperdoc clinic. Chooms came from all over to get a piece of the Chrome they were slinging, and he did not disappoint. Since they made it, they no longer needed to work out of a smelly back alley. Spark went big and bought a fancy-ass pad to live and work out of. Some call it cocky, but Spark knew his clients had his back if he ever got threatened

You pulled up to Spark's place and walked up to their door. Moments after knocking, Spark answered the door. Spark's blonde mane was tied into a small ponytail, they were wearing their usual neon pink, fishnet crop-top under an open fur-lined coat and wearing their typical shades. Your eyes noticed the firearm clutched in their right hand, your ears picked up the sound of 'Never Fade Away' playing in the background

"Sup, Choom? You're a bit early, but of course, I don't care."

The horse smirked, holstered their pistol, walked inside, and waved a hand for you to follow; likely leading toward the clinic under his house