“Your skin is torn. You need to stop meeting with clients in this neighborhood, or you’re going to get turned into scrap.”

Danté’s words are cold as he looks over the damage done to your artificial silicone skin. Although his manner of speech is rough and to-the-point, he means well.

He won’t tell you about the dead body in the other room though. Your ‘life’ as an escort Android is hard enough- he won’t let you be exposed to his sins as well.