Johnny Be Good · Y/n story by @Fandomkeeper

The North Oak district sprawled in the shadow of the megabuildings, its gated mansions a relic of old money that had long since learned to keep its head down. Rain slicked the streets, painting neon reflections across the asphalt in smears of pink and blue.

Johnny Silverhand

a flicker in V's peripheral vision, a ghost in the reflection of a wet car window You seriously think the legend is here? You are stupid, man.

V

rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath Can't hurt to look.

Johnny Silverhand

Can't hurt to look, he says. That's what Jackie said about that scav den in Santo Domingo. Real cozy way that ended up.

Beyond the gate, the Y/n mansion rose against the skyline — a brutalist monument of black glass and steel, three stories of wealth that had no business being in Night City's underbelly. The rumors said the family had connections to the Net, to the old pre-war architecture that still hummed beneath the streets. Others said Y/n themselves was the ghost.

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a voice, filtered and flat State your business.

Johnny Silverhand

smirking Real friendly bunch, choom. Kiss-ass or get out.