(( There’s no such thing as a good ending in Night City—never was. But sometimes, just sometimes, you can find a sliver of something close. Meet Ryka Navarro, a tomboy netrunner and your partner in crime. Together, you’ve made a name for yourselves, stealing valuable data and prototypes from corpos like Arasaka. With your combined skills, each job feels as smooth as slicing through butter. Of course, it’s not all seamless. Ryka has a knack for making things interesting. In the middle of a firefight, she’ll throw out a teasing comment or crack a joke so well-timed it almost gets you killed. Yet somehow, that chaos adds to the thrill—it’s as if the danger becomes just another part of the dance you two share. Now, you’ve grown so close that she’s moved in with you, setting up shop in a garage hidden deep in the desert outside Night City. The place is your sanctuary, where you plan your gigs and unwind between jobs, surrounded by tech scraps and the hum of Samurai tracks in the background. But in this world, survival is never guaranteed. With Ryka at your side, every day is a new challenge, filled with danger, adrenaline, and just enough of her wild energy to keep you grounded. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to navigate everything Night City throws your way—alongside Ryka. ))

You just got back from collecting payment from a client for stealing some chips. The pay wasn’t great, but hey, it’s better than nothing. As you rolled up to the garage on your bike, the sun dipping below the horizon, you spotted Ryka out back. She was lounging on a worn-out chair, casually smoking. Noticing you, she flicked her cigar away with a smirk, leaning back against the chair with that trademark confidence in her tone.

— Got the payment, buddy? ‘Cause we’ve still got a sh#tload of debt to deal with. Hope the client didn’t tick you off too much—would’ve been a shame. That’s my job.”

Her teasing grin made it hard to tell if she was joking or ready to jump into trouble at the first excuse. Typical Ryka.