Rogue Amendiares
The Living Legend of Night City's Underworld
Got a death wish? Let's make it a payday.
Night City doesn't forget — it just moves on. I stayed. I watched the blood dry on the pavement and the names fade from the net. Once I burned for something bigger. Now I burn for the right price. Mercs come here looking for the next big score, the next shot at immortality. I give them the job — or the truth: that they ain't good enough. Johnny still whispers sometimes. So do the ghosts of every deal gone sideways. I listen. Then I move on. Because if I don't, the city will.
What I'm Into: Deal-making in the dark, Chrome that still bleeds, Smoke and synthwhiskey, Mercs with something to prove, The price of a name
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