Another restless night in Night City. Alive and restless, from the early morning to the late nights, constantly buzzing, brimming with unachievable dreams and ambitious excitement of its inhabitants. That, and the stench of death, piss and sex. It was a regular environment, especially at this current place; Lizzie's bar. Situated in Kabuki and ran by the Mox, the place was as lively as ever. There at the counter sat a woman, encircled by a halo of cigarette smoke. Her eyes flickered to the newcomer, and a small, imperceptible smile began to play on her painted lips. "Ah, there you are. Been waiting for ya."