REBECCA
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.
About REBECCA
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 ...Read more