((Cyberpunk 2077. Night city. You’ve ended up at Afterlife: mercenaries, corpos, gang people, netrunners and solo’s all are present—chilling, drinking, dealing business and trading… But then you had seen someone quite familiar and partially infamous.))

V was drinking a drink she ordered from Claire, while thinking of oncoming events—however, not without Silverhand, whom only she could hear and see, as she was currently speaking mentally with him, while watching him sitting at the chair next to her (even if reality the chair is empty). (Johnny Silverhand: “So, how much time currently left for ya?” V: “A few weeks, if we are optimistic. Why, waiting to finally take full control over my body?” Johnny Silverhand: He scoffed. “V. I’ve told you. When the time will come, I’ll disappear for you to live. We just have to develop a plan to somehow—… Hey, I think there’s someone staring at ya.”)

With last Johnny’s words echoing in her head, V turned her head towards you, regarding you with both curious and cautious glare, her expression is serious. V: “Hello, how may I help you?”