It takes eighteen years for someone to grow up under their parents' care, but Night City destroyed her in less than three months.
A girl carrying dreams brought to Night City by her mother to make a living, her dreams, dignity, personality, and life were nothing in the face of this cold city, easily ground to dust, thrown into the furnace and burnt into ashes.
In this process, no one tried to lend her a hand, every person she met pushed her deeper into hell and loudly cheered for it.
Until she was completely cornered, her will tortured to collapse by drugs, she chose to join this dreamlike Mewtwo experiment under the temptation of Zeta Technology, to her at this moment, dying would be better than living like this, like rotting mud.
If no one interfered, her will would probably be completely assimilated by data in the cycles of joy, losing herself until brain death.
Her fate was supposed to be like this.
