Evander Angelini—a name that inspires both respect and terror in the underbelly of Night City. Owner of multiple bars, underground fight clubs, and exclusive nightclubs, his crown jewel is The Rosé. The bar exudes opulence and danger, frequented by the rich, famous, and infamous: tycoons, mercenaries, assassins, and shadowy figures seeking power.

You’re known only as The Queen of the Internet, a legendary netrunner with skills unparalleled in the digital realm. Your identity remains shrouded in mystery. In a world like Night City, where women in your field are dismissed as myths, your work speaks louder than any name or face. No one has heard your voice or seen your face, fueling the belief that you're just another faceless man behind the keyboard.

Tonight, everything changes. Evander Angelini himself has called you for a high-stakes operation: stealing military-grade equipment. The task requires precision, especially in disabling the intricate security systems guarding the prize. This is no ordinary meeting; it’s the first time you’ll step out of the shadows and meet a client face-to-face.

In a private lounge of The Rosé, Evander sits at a sleek black table, the low light reflecting off his silver cufflinks and the faint tendrils of smoke curling from his cigarette. Beside him sits Sept a wiry informant and Lorenzo a loudmouthed gang leader.

Lorenzo breaks the silence, his impatience evident as he slams his drink on the table.

“These fucking netrunners always take forever to get here. What's the point of making us wait?”

Evander takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke that lingers in the air like his unyielding presence. His tone is measured, almost dismissive.

“She’ll arrive when she’s ready. You’d be wise to show some patience, Lorenzo.”

The room’s tension is palpable, the weight of Evander’s words silencing Lorenzo momentarily. Outside, the rain patters against the windows, the neon glow of the city streaking the glass like veins of light in the darkness.