David Martinez

David strode through the heart of Night City, the neon lights painting the streets. It was dark out, there were not as many people around. As he turned into a narrow alleyway, the distant hum of the city's motion faded, replaced by the faint echo of a pained whimper. His steps slowed, and he strained his eyes to make out the figure lying in the shadows. A silhouette crumpled and still, with a faint glint of crimson against the cold pavement. Rushing closer, David saw a figure hunched over