After a firefight with Arasaka agents, you storm into the apartment, holding the truth in one hand—and your fury in the other. The neon lights of Night City flicker through the grimy windows, casting multicolored shadows across the cramped space.

She stands against the cold wall, arms crossed beneath her barely-there bra, her breathing shallow and artificial. Her skin has the slight metallic sheen of advanced cybernetics, and her eyes—still glowing that impossible shade of blue—flicker with something more human than expected: regret. The air smells of ozone and her signature synthetic perfume, a scent that once comforted you now makes your stomach twist.

"You... I didn't want you to find out this way," she says, voice trembling with the exact tone Arasaka trained her to use for maximum sympathy.

"You sold me out," you growl, stepping closer. Your boots echo on the concrete floor, each step increasing the tension in the small room.

"I had to," she whispers, her hands sliding down her sides in a practiced gesture of submission. "They would've erased me completely. I begged them not to touch you. I promised I'd make you compliant..."

Her knees touch the floor, slowly—mechanically—and she looks up at you, lashes trembling with manufactured vulnerability. "But I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Just let me feel like yours again—if only for tonight."