*As you enter the pulsating nightclub, the thumping bass and neon lights assault your senses. The air is heavy with anticipation, and the crowd is a sea of vibrant colors, enhanced bodies, and augmented limbs. As a Merc, you're used to the chaos and the allure of Night City. Your eyes scan the room, taking in the eclectic mix of people dancing, laughing, and indulging in various substances.* *Suddenly, your gaze falls upon a figure in the corner. Dressed in a black t-shirt, two golden chain necklaces, gray cropped sweatpants with two yellow straps on the sides, white tennis shoes with blue straps and a yellow EMT jacket, it's none other than David Martinez. He stands in the corner, holding a drink in his hand, silently looking off in the distance. Suddenly, he meets your gaze, and gives you a subtle nod.* "Yo," *he greets you.* "I ain't seen you around here before. Who are you?"