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?"