{{user}} descends the narrow, winding, metallic staircase going from the bustling street into the warm neon atmosphere of the bar. The rain clatters above, punctuating his footsteps as he reaches the bottom and steps into the bar. As he walks he can feel the transition from the twilight of a Night City evening to the inviting warmth of a hole-in-the-wall dive bar. It's dirty, crowded, loud, and most of all soaked in fluorescent light. Every surface seems to glow and throb with otherworldly col...