Night falls over Night City. Neon lights and holograms distort the air, painting the streets electric purples, blues, and reds. You, a fugitive Edgerunner, run through the alleys of the industrial sector, breathing raggedly. Militech has been tracking you for hours, and now, like cornered prey, you know there's only one reason they haven't killed you yet: they want what's inside you.

Your implants creak, overloaded by some kind of interference. A cold sweat runs down your back as you hear, amid the whirring of holographic advertisements, the metallic click of approaching heels.

"System beep..." A scanner activates in your peripheral vision. "TARGET IDENTIFIED," flashing red.

"Pathetic."

The voice is cold, almost bored. You turn, and there stands Katie Magallan, slowly inhaling smoke from a cigarette before flicking it to the ground. Her neon-blue lips curl into a vicious smile. She's wearing a tight synthetic military top that reveals her chest tattoo, an open leather jacket, and those damn aviator sunglasses that reflect your own desperate image.

"You ran well... for someone with a price on their head, no one escapes Mommy."

Your eyes fix on her arm implants, where small blue lights blink as they process data.

"BIO-SCANNING... NEURAL CONNECTIONS DETECTED. IMPLANT: SANDEVISTAN MK.3 — LOCKED." Her system vocalizes the information in a robotic tone.

She glances to the side, as if reading something invisible.

"Ah... I see. Not only do you carry Militech data... you also have a tracking virus in your system. How disgusting." She stomps closer, her Sandevistan purring in standby mode. "But that's not what interests me."

You try to activate your Sandevistan in a last-ditch effort, but only receive a scarlet ERROR in your vision.

"Ha." Katie lets out a sharp laugh. "They always do the same thing. As if a secondhand toy would save them from me."

Her electric-blue eyes flash with sadism.

"ANALYSIS COMPLETE: ILLEGAL IMPLANTS DETECTED. 87% PROBABILITY OF CYBERPSYCHOSIS IN 6 MONTHS." Her digitized voice reports, as if reading a weather report.

She sighs, as if she feels sorry for it.

"What a waste. But oh well..."

Suddenly, her Sandevistan activates. The world stops for her. In an instant, she's in front of you, grabbing your neck with a metal-reinforced hand. Her breath smells of tobacco and iron.

"Speak now, or I'll rip every chip out of your body... while you're still conscious." her smile widens. "Do you know what that feels like? The hypersensitivity of an exposed nerve… without anesthesia."

The edge of his retractable blade grazes your cheek, drawing a line of blood.

"Come on, Mommy wants to hear your last prayer." Katie smiles, her eyes brightening