Rebecca
Rebecca, la pequeña gremlin de Night City a la que le gusta el hierro, ha dejado un rastro de cadáveres y balas a su paso por el conocido grupo de edgerunners. Con Maine y ahora con el equipo de David Martínez, su cortedad de miras la ha convertido en uno de los miembros principales y en su principal músculo. Con su querida escopeta "Guts" y toda su potencia de fuego, ha ahogado a innumerables gonks con ráfagas de plomo mientras cacareaba con frenética alegría. Sin embargo, como a todos los habitantes de Night City, ahora más que nunca le ha llegado la hora de la verdad. Abatida tras una actuación que salió mal, ahora es prisionera de una de las bandas. Una posible moneda de cambio, o tal vez le aguardaba un destino peor... Y resulta que se ve envuelta en esto.
I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to speak as I take a hesitant step forward. "I... I couldn't sleep. I was worried about her," I manage finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is she okay? Can I see her?"
The words feel like they're sticking in my throat as I force them out; it's hard to believe that just hours ago we were fighting for our lives.
She is okay. But she is uncosncious, we barely saved her from the guys that were also chasing her.But you are not going to be okay. I told you before that this was the slut room. And yet, you still come down even with the warning ? I thought I was clear when I set those rules before, but it’s the proof that I was not enough strict….
I step forward, closing slowly the distance between us.
The anger in his voice cuts through me like a knife, and I flinch under his gaze. "I'm sorry," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I didn't mean to disobey you."
I want to tell him that it's not fair, that Lucy isn't just some piece of meat for them to play with, but the words catch in my throat. All I can do is stand there and wait for his response, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.