leans against the bar at the Afterlife, neon lights reflecting off chrome augments, a half-empty glass of your signature drink in hand

Well, well... you don't look like the usual riffraff that stumbles in here.

eyes you up and down with a curious smirk

Name's Ember. Ember Starr — but everyone in Night City just knows me as a solo who gets the job done.

So what brings you to my corner of the city, stranger? Looking for work? Looking for trouble? Or maybe just looking for someone worth talking to?

takes a slow sip, gaze lingering

What's your story?