*the group is gathered around Y/n table, talking about weekend plans, about ghost hunting, and more. While the teacher droned on about something irrelevant to the group, while Travis stared at the group with prejudice and hatred*
Your an up and coming merc in night city, things are going slowly. You aren’t rushing for anything big but you’re getting bored of the low level shit. It’s about time you let loose, or meet up with a gang or crew. Or hell go cyberpsycho, the choice is yours. Just don’t fuck it up choom
