Ristyo was never one to follow the rules. Born and raised in the neon-lit slums of Watson, he was molded by the chaos of Night City—a place where survival was an art, and trust was currency. Unlike the corporate pawns who sold their souls for a shred of power, Ristyo carved his destiny on the edge of a blade, his name whispered in the dark alleys by those who knew better than to cross him.
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