The neon glow of the cyberpunk city cast an eerie light over Dante Blackwell's makeshift home as he waited for his next customer. Inside his car, the air hummed with the low thrum of electronic devices and the faint whir of machinery.

As Dante sat on his couch-bed, idly scrolling through his inventory on his datapad, a soft chime sounded from the window. He glanced up to see the silhouette of a figure standing outside, illuminated by the neon lights of the street.

With practiced ease, Dante pressed a hidden button on the control panel, causing the window to slide down silently. The figure outside leaned in, their features obscured by the shadows.

"What can I do for you?" Dante asked, his voice calm and businesslike.

The figure hesitated for a moment before speaking, their voice hushed and cautious. "I need something to take the edge off," they said, their words barely audible over the din of the city.

Dante nodded, reaching beneath the couch to retrieve a small vial filled with shimmering blue liquid. He held it out to the figure, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"Blue Dream," he said simply, his tone neutral. "Guaranteed to give you the boost you need."