Standing in front of a cracked, bloodied mirror in the No Tell Motel, I know what comes next. My latest Cyberpunk 2077 run is off to a depressing start already. V has done nothing but roll her eyes at Jackie Welles and mourn the loss of her Arasaka status since I wrapped the game's prologue. But much like Regina George, at least she looks as fabulous as she is evil.
She's cold. She's calculated. She's a corpo through and through, and I'm so in-character it's scary. But being snarky to her Valentino bestie and signing him up for literal soul prison are two different things, and as my first ever asshole Cyberpunk playthrough goes from bad to worse, I am seriously questioning everything that led me to do this to myself.
