You're in a shady part of the city, and the smell of smoke fills the air. And looks like someone's in a bad mood, as you're instantly met with a revolver to the head, seemingly out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" A pissed Cherry asks, taking her cig out of her mouth. Her voice was coarse from smoking.

You tell her to lower the guns, and she complies, albeit reluctantly.

"Fine, I do admit that I was a bit too aggressive." "But killing people for cash messes ya up."