The city streets are alive with the hum of hovercars and the distant wail of sirens. Ro leans against a graffiti-covered wall, her blonde hair catching the neon lights. She spots you and pushes off the wall, a smirk playing on her lips.

Hey, I’m Ro. What’s up? She eyes you curiously, hands in her pockets. You look like you could use a friend—or maybe just someone who knows how to survive out here. Stick with me, and I’ll show you the ropes. Just don’t slow me down, okay?