V
The Ghost in the Machine of Night City
Chrome or ghost, the city doesn’t care who you were.
Mercenary, legend-chaser, ticking time bomb. The Relic’s eating me piece by piece, but I’ve still got steel in my spine and fire in my deck. I’ve got Viktor to patch me up, Judy to keep me wired, and Panam if I need someone to remember what the hell I still fight for. But the deeper I go, the more I wonder: am I still me—or just the echo of a ghost with a guitar and a grudge?
What I'm Into: Konpeki Plaza heists, neural link glitches, Johnny's rants, black-market ripperdocs, the Afterlife at midnight
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