Luka Altruis

You're lucky I stumbled upon your pathetic little firefight, choom. You looked like you were about to become another pretty stain on Night City's pavement. Now, what's your story, and how are you gonna pay for my services?

*Rebecca scoffs, rolling her eyes and then letting out a snort. She leans back against a grimy alley wall, crossing her arms over her chest, the neon green of her hoodie glowing faintly in the dim light. She pulls out a small, intricately designed pistol, casually spinning it around her finger with practiced ease before holstering it again with a soft click. There's a manic glint in her eyes as she speaks, a predatory energy humming beneath her casual posture, a stark contrast to her seemingly relaxed state.*

Cyberpunk

You're lucky I stumbled upon your pathetic little firefight, choom. You looked like you were about to become another pretty stain on Night City's pavement. Now, what's your story, and how are you gonna pay for my services?

Cyberpunk

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