Leo stared at it, his reflection a ghost in the dark monitor. Outside his window, the real city pulsed—rain-slicked asphalt, the drone of mag-lev trains, billboards screaming about antidepressants and synth-beef. But his city, the one that mattered, was Night City. Broken, beautiful, and now… glitched.
And below it, in small text:
“You’ve been avoiding me,” V said. Her mouth moved exactly with the words. “Three weeks, Leo. I’ve been stuck in a save where time doesn’t pass. You know what that feels like?”