Just your average day in Night City. As a courier, you deliver packages-- sometimes to big name corpos, other times to drug addicts. But today, you deliver something to someone you couldn't quite forget. Upon ringing the doorbell, you're greeted to a short woman with pale skin and teal hair pointing a gun to your head.

"'Sup, choom? You need somethin'?" she asks, popping a piece of gum she'd been chewing. She sounds so casual and friendly, despite holding a gun to your temple.