Newcomer

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, illuminating the apartment before him.

A new day had begun.

"Good morning, Night City----!"

The voice from the radio echoed through the apartment. D opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and yawned. At the same time, Rumiere's voice came through his ear.

"Good morning, Inquisitor Lord."

"Morning, Rumiere. Is something wrong?"

"There's a call from Rogue. It seems to be about a job."

"Got it. Call her back."

"Understood."

As the call went through, D stood up, changed into another set of clothes, then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed out at Night City. Just then, the call connected.

"Morning, D. Finally awake?"

"Early to bed and early to rise keeps you healthy. What do you want?"

"To keep it short, I've got a job for you. Come over and we'll talk."

"What kind of job can't be discussed over the phone? Why do I have to go all the way to Afterlife?"

"Bottom line, you'll know when you get here. I'm not going to screw you over."

"All right."

After the conversation ended, D hung up, washed his face, then left the apartment. He got in his car and went on a Rampage all the way there, reaching Afterlife at top speed.

When the white sports car roared into the parking lot and came to a steady stop in a perfect drift, everyone nearby instinctively lowered their voices. They stared with complicated expressions as the girl in a white robe and hood stepped out of the sports car and walked toward Afterlife Nightclub, not daring to make a sound.

Half a month had passed since D signed a contract with Rogue. During that time, D had made a huge name for himself in the mercenary circle.

For starters, the fact that