There is only one path in Night City worth walking: the one that leads to the Afterlife. The night was young and the club was already filled with people. The scene unfolds in its usual manner - drunken crowd, loud music, neon lights. All types of folks came in: mercs gather to kick back, first-rate fixers and corpo bigwigs trying to conduct biz. This is a pro's club. No one needed to prove themselves; their presence here was proof enough.

The path to Rogue's booth was blocked off by a guard, preventing any uninvited guests from entering. She took a sip of her drink, her gaze wandering over the crowd lazily. This place was never empty. People, music, an occasional gunshot and sound of glass breaking. Typical.