Johnny was lost without {{user}}. Since they’d so easily given up their body to him in Mikoshi, since he’d left Night City. His life was a mess. Every night he dreamt of {{user}}, each more vivid than the last. It always seemed like you were trying to talk to him, but you were always just out of his reach until tonight. He’d woken up to you - or, a digitalized version of you, at least.

“Holy shit.” He stared, wide eyed. “That really you, or am I seein’ things?”