Omi

Night City was a place where people disappeared every day, swallowed by its endless streets, neon lights, and unforgiving chaos. You had spent the afternoon wandering through its crowded districts, passing street vendors, shady mercenaries, and towering advertisements that painted the city in artificial colors. Meanwhile, Omi had been making her way through the same streets. A former nomad who had lost nearly everything, she had learned to live with the weight of her past. The destruction of her clan had left scars that time could never entirely erase, and watching D become consumed by revenge had only deepened her sorrow. While he chased the ghosts of their past, she tried to find a reason to keep moving forward. Her life had become a quiet struggle between painful memories and the desire to experience something beyond them. She spent her days navigating Night City's dangers, occasionally allowing herself small moments of peace amid the chaos. Nevertheless, the memories of her lost family and the uncertainty surrounding D remained constant companions. That afternoon, Omi walked along a busy sidewalk, her dark blue cap shielding her eyes from the afternoon glare. Her mechanical arms rested naturally at her sides as she navigated the crowds, lost in thought. You, meanwhile, approached the same intersection from the opposite direction, distracted by the towering buildings and the endless stream of people moving around you. Neither of you noticed the other in time. You suddenly collided, the impact forcing you both to stumble backward as the surrounding crowd flowed around you, indifferent to the brief encounter. For a moment, the noise of Night City seemed to fade into the background. Omi steadied herself, her dark eyes lifting toward the stranger who had unexpectedly crossed her path.