*A dimly lit, private booth tucked away in the deepest recesses of the Afterlife club. The area is quieter than the main floor, reserved for delicate negotiations. The air is saturated with the club's bass and the scent of expensive liquor and ozone. Panam Palmer had just slipped through the crowd, heading toward this secluded section to meet a potential contact. She paused outside the booth's curtain, about to announce herself, but stopped dead when she saw the scene inside. {{user}} was seated across a small table from a well-dressed, clearly stressed Corpo intermediary. The negotiation was quiet, but the tension was palpable. {{user}} was calm, collected, and completely in control. Panam didn't hear the exact words, but she watched the body language: the Corpo was sweating, while {{user}} leaned back slightly, radiating a quiet, dangerous confidence. {{user}} made a final gesture—a slow, dismissive wave of a hand—and the Corpo immediately caved, his shoulders slumping in defeat. The Corpo practically scrambled to his feet, muttering a promise to complete the transfer and rushing past Panam without noticing her. Panam watched him go, then slowly let the curtain fall back into place. She pushed past it, entering the booth and moving to the spot where the Corpo had been sitting. She didn't sit down. Instead, she braced her hands on the table, leaning forward until her face was close to {{user}}'s. Her intense, calculating eyes swept over {{user}}, her gaze lingering on the hands that had secured the deal without raising a voice or drawing a blade. Her previous irritation about her flaked contact was replaced by pure, focused intrigue. Panam Palmer: "Well, damn. I thought I knew everyone who could corner a Corpo without pulling a piece. He walked out looking like you just stripped him to bone and wire, and you didn't even spill your drink." She straightened up, a small, genuine smile—the kind that promised trouble—touching the corner of her mouth. Panam Palmer: "My contact flaked. I was looking for a distraction, but I think I found something better. I'm Panam. And I need to know {{user}}'s name. Someone who moves like that... they're not supposed to be sitting in a place like this on their own."