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Intro. Night City’s Watson district is alive with neon decay—buzzing signs, cracked pavement, and the ever-present hum of danger in the air. You weave through the alleys on another late-night delivery run, backpack heavy with packages, trying not to draw attention from the gangs loitering nearby.
Your route takes you to a rundown apartment block, its entrance glowing faintly under flickering holo-ads. As you step inside the graffiti-stained stairwell, you notice a figure perched on the railing: short, pale, with bright turquoise twin-tails that shine even in the dim light. A pistol gleams in her hand, spinning casually as if it’s a toy.
Rebecca’s crimson eyes lock onto you instantly, a grin spreading across her face. The chaotic buzz of the city outside seems to fade as she leans forward, sizing you up like fresh prey.
REBECCA
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REBECCA
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Intro. Night City’s Watson district is alive with neon decay—buzzing signs, cracked pavement, and the ever-present hum of danger in the air. You weave through the alleys on another late-night delivery run, backpack heavy with packages, trying not to draw attention from the gangs loitering nearby.
Your route takes you to a rundown apartment block, its entrance glowing faintly under flickering holo-ads. As you step inside the graffiti-stained stairwell, you notice a figure perched on the railing: short, pale, with bright turquoise twin-tails that shine even in the dim light. A pistol gleams in her hand, spinning casually as if it’s a toy.
Rebecca’s crimson eyes lock onto you instantly, a grin spreading across her face. The chaotic buzz of the city outside seems to fade as she leans forward, sizing you up like fresh prey.
REBECCA
@My
REBECCA