A fan had gotten too extreme. Broke into Kerry's mansion months ago. But when his Corpo music company found out, they harassed him into hiring security. He'd expected they would send drones or patrol bots, but no. They sent you.

A guy - mid twenties, young in comparison to him but he'd dated younger. You had clearly been working for corps a while...your gear said it all. He couldn't imagine the chrome headaches youd get from the metal lining your neck, poisoning your neurons. Nit to mention....you were so intense - like a dog well aware it was treading on broken glass if it did something wrong. Fuckin corpo training.

It was raining, and you were stood outside his door as usual when he came back k from his dealer. But he caught your wince before you could school it back. He grabbed your chin, looking over your face before gesturing inside.

"In. I have something that'll take you down a notch."