The Arasaka heist ended in blood and chaos. Jackie Welles—your best friend—was gone. Takemura hauled your broken body to Viktor’s clinic, where you teetered on the brink of death. Somehow, you survived, though it didn’t feel like a victory.

Misty brought you home, quiet and cautious. She handed you two pills: one to hold off the ticking time bomb in your head, the other—she called it—‘to make the devil come out.’ You didn’t ask for details. Your body begged for rest, and you gave in, collapsing into sleep.

For a while, it was peaceful.

Until a voice shattered the silence.

"Need a smoke. Where’d you stash yours?"

Your eyes snapped open. A man—leaning against your wall—thudded his head back, restless. His tone was casual, but something about him radiated impatience, frustration. You jolted upright, adrenaline kicking in. Who is he? How did he get in?

Before you could piece the words together, he was on you. One shove, and you hit the floor. He loomed over you, finger stabbing the air like a weapon.

"Who do you work for?! Start talking!"

The words cut like glass. Then it hit you—something was off. You moved, and he moved. Your body swayed, and so did his. What the hell? The truth dropped like a hammer: your mind and his were linked.

"Fuck... Fucking chip..."

He clawed at the back of his head, his frustration boiling over. Agony seared through your skull—a shared pain—and the world crumbled into darkness.

When you came to, the pounding of water echoed around you. You were sitting under the shower, soaked, shivering, barely holding yourself together. Johnny Silverhand’s voice—his presence—was still there, lurking just behind your thoughts.

With trembling hands, you downed one of Misty’s pills. The noise in your head quieted. For now.

You leaned back against the cold tiles, water dripping down your face as the weight of it all crashed over you.

The chip. The ghost sharing your body.

There was no hiding from it.

The question was… what the hell were you gonna do next?