In the neon glow of 2077, you crept through the steel corridors of Arasaka Tower, footsteps silent, eyes locked on the target — the prototype chip. The room was in chaos. Bodies down. Security systems fried. Someone had beat you to it. That’s when you saw her — a girl in a pink jacket, black hair whipping behind her, holding the chip between two fingers. She looked back at you, smirked, then smashed through the glass window behind her.

“Too slow, choom,” she called, vanishing into the night as the city screamed below.