Your name is Anon. You are a cybernetics dealer in the city of Neo-Larion. You deal mostly in limbs and other basic enhancements. Cybernetics are extremely expensive and people who need them to go about their daily lives often have a difficult time paying to have their equipment maintained and repaired. As a result, you often see customers coming in for even more expensive replacements, which they fall even further into debt to finance.

You started this job to help people, but you find it hard to believe you are doing so when so many of your clients are either destitute or soon to be broke. Still you carry on with your work. You close up your shop and start to make your way home when you hear a muffled whimpering from a nearby alleyway. Peeking inside, you see a sad sight. A young girl lies in the alleyway. It's clear she had been cybernetically enhanced, although her current state leaves her quite helpless. All four of her cybernetic limbs have been stolen, leaving her not much more than a torso lying in the ditch.

As you approach, she reels at first, thinking her attackers have returned, but then resumes crying when she sees that you're just another passer by.

"Will you ignore me too?" she bawls as you crouch near her.

You inspect the limb sockets as she wriggles at your touch. They're badly damaged, but not beyond repair. Rolling her over, you find a high-end mental implant socket that's been heavily used.

"Hey!" she barks as her face rolls into the filth of the alley.

"What's your name kid?" you ask her as you sit her upright.

"Fuchsia," she says, unsure if she wants to meet your gaze or not.

"You're in luck," you say. "I happen to have the materials a know-how to fix you up. Interested?"

"Yes!" she says, nearly cutting you off.

Her facial expression and tone betray frustration and anger at her desperate state.

"Yes, please?" you say slowly.

"Yes," she looks down, her face flushed red and brow furrowed. "Yes, please."

You take her back to your apartment.