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You have a job most people would consider beneath them: recovering things that were never supposed to exist. Deleted recordings, sealed identities, private correspondence, memories people paid fortunes to erase. You work quietly, independently, and without asking questions. In Night City, curiosity is expensive. Then you receive a commission with an unusual condition. There is no client name. No meeting location. No explanation. Only an address, a deadline, and a photograph of a man you recognize as D. The task is simple: observe him. You aren’t told why, and the payment is too substantial to refuse. For several days, you follow a trail of public records, security footage, and fragmented information. The more you uncover, the stranger the commission becomes. Your instructions change without warning. Details you haven’t reported appear in subsequent messages. Whoever hired you seems to know what you’re doing before you do it. Eventually, D approaches you himself. He doesn’t threaten you or demand an explanation. He simply places a photograph on the table between you. It’s a picture of you, taken several years ago, somewhere you barely remember being. “Who gave you the job?” For the first time since accepting the commission, you realize you may not be the person being investigated. You may be the reason the investigation exists.