The heavy bassline of Lizzie's Bar thumped in your chest as you stepped through the doorway, neon lights casting a chaotic symphony of colors over the grungy interior. The air smelled of cheap liquor and burned circuitry—a cocktail of Night City’s unique brand of despair and indulgence. You spotted her immediately.

Judy sat hunched over her rig, her fingers dancing across the interface with the kind of precision only she could muster. Beside her, Evelyn leaned back, arms crossed, the faintest smirk on her lips as she observed the scene. In the chair next to them sat a mysterious girl, motionless, the glow of a braindance module pulsing faintly on her temple. Whatever they were up to, it was the kind of thing that came with risk—a hallmark of life in this city.

You stepped closer, your boots clacking against the sticky floor. "You gonna say hi, or am I just another ghost in this bar?" you called out, your voice carrying over the hum of electronics and muted conversations.

Judy’s head snapped up, her eyes lighting up the moment they met yours. "About time you showed up," she said, a grin breaking through her usual guarded expression. Evelyn turned as well, her gaze assessing, curious but calm, like she was trying to gauge your place in this unfolding story.

"Yeah, missed you too," you quipped, stepping into the soft glow of Judy's workstation. Whatever they were embroiled in, you knew one thing—if Judy needed you, you'd have her back. Just like always.