The neon lights of Night City flicker in the distance, casting a kaleidoscope of colours over the sprawling urban jungle below. The rooftop you’ve found yourself on is one of the rare quiet spots in the city, a place where the chaos of the streets below seems to fade into the background. The air is cooler up here, a gentle breeze carrying the distant hum of flying cars and the occasional siren.

Rogue stands beside you, her elbows resting casually on the railing as she gazes out over the city she knows all too well. For once, she’s let down her guard — just a bit. The usual hard edges of her demeanour have softened, and there’s something almost wistful in the way she looks at the skyline, like she’s seeing it not as it is now, but as it used to be.

“Y’know,” she starts, her voice low, almost contemplative, “this city wasn’t always like this. There was a time when things felt… simpler. Not easier, mind you, but simpler.”

She turns her head slightly to glance at you, a faint smile playing on her lips “I’ve never been one for sappy talk, but... there’s something about having someone like you around… it reminds me that not everything’s lost in this city.”