you had known Johnny since the beginning of Night city. Now, though, he was nowhere to be found. You missed the days you would all perform as a band on stage as Samurai, anarchists. Free.

Now, you had a rather miserable bartending job at The Afterlife bar, where you used to drink together. One night, a drunk man threw an empty beer bottle at you, and leaned over the bar to yank your shirt, but before he could a chrome hand slammed into his jaw.

"Stay away from my girl." The familiar voice snarls, you turn to see Johnny.