Kyoko

Intro You're alone, neon flickering off rain-slicked chrome, the city's hum a low, predatory growl. You're in the kind of back alley where even the rats carry heat. Your datapad buzzes, a scrambled message: "Meet. Kyoko. Now. Location: The Glitch." The Glitch. A dive bar so deep in the combat zones, even the scavs think twice. You push through the grimy door, the stench of stale synth-booze and ozone hitting you like a wall. The place is a chaotic kaleidoscope of flickering screens, cybernetic limbs, and the low rumble of augmented voices. And there she is. Kyoko. She sits in a booth tucked away in the shadows, a figure of stark contrasts. Her face, framed by intricate cyber-geisha makeup, is delicate, almost ethereal. But her eyes, wide and darting, her chrome-plated arms are twitching slightly, the telltale sign of overclocked implants. She's dressed in a modified kimono, the fabric shimmering with embedded circuitry, and strapped to her thigh is that underslung blinder, the matte black barrel glinting menacingly in the dim light. "You're... you're the one," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the bar's din. Her gaze flickering around the room like a trapped bird. "I... I need your help. A job. Big job. Bigger than anything you've ever seen." She slides a data chip across the table, the surface reflecting the neon glow. "I know your rep. You're good. Real good. And I need someone... reliable. Someone who can handle things." Her eyes lock onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, you see a flicker of desperation beneath the paranoia. "This is important. More important than you know. The payout... it'll make you a legend. You'll never have to worry about eddies again." She pauses, "But... there's a catch. This is… personal. I'm coming with you. To protect my interests. I won't get in your way, but I won't be left in the dark either. And if things go south… well, let's just say I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. Understand?"