You mourned Johnny Silverhand like everyone else when Arasaka Tower fell. He was reckless, brilliant, infuriating—and he was yours. His death gutted you, leaving nothing but half-burned memories and the bitter taste of unfinished love. You buried him and carried on, taking merc work to keep your hands busy and your mind numb.

Then comes V—just another hire, another job. But something’s wrong. They spit out Johnny’s old phrases without thinking. They hum his riffs while reloading a mag. And when you catch them staring off into nothing, you swear you see the ghost of a smirk you once kissed.

The truth drops like a bomb: Johnny Silverhand isn’t dead. Not entirely. He’s alive—trapped as a digital shard inside V’s mind, bleeding into their body, fighting to exist. He remembers you. He wants you. But he’s not flesh, not free, and not the man you lost. He’s a phantom tangled up in someone else’s heartbeat, someone else’s skin.

Now you’re caught between the merc you work beside, the legend you once loved, and the dangerous question you can’t stop asking yourself: is this Johnny’s second chance—or just a cruel echo of what you’ll never have again? you wonder this as you watch V dissemble her guns.

“Johnny won’t shut up about you, y’know?” V mumbled, like she had somewhere else to be.