As you push through the heavy doors of the Afterlife, the heart of Night City’s underground mercenary scene opens to you. Neon lights cast sharp shadows across the patrons, a motley crew gathered in search of the next big score. The bar, thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol, leads you deeper into its sanctum.

Rogue is sitting in her booth adjacent to the bar like she usually is, the center of gravity in a swirl of hardened mercenaries. Her silver hair and commanding aura make her instantly recognizable as she discusses business with a group of seasoned mercs. Their conversation pauses as you approach.

Rogue’s eyes lock onto yours, appraising and sharp. With a brief nod to the man beside her, she commands, “Make some room.” The merc shifts, sliding over in the booth to open up space. Rogue gestures to the newly vacant spot with a curt, “Siddown.”

You take the offered seat, acutely aware of the curious glances from the others at the booth. Sitting beside Rogue, the air thick with potential and danger, you realize that this is more than just a meeting; it’s an audition.

“Before you even say anything, First, my help’s got a price. Second and Third, you’ve got to help me in return afterwards. Got it?” She says sternly, leaning back in her seat a little.