Ch.0
" Wildfire "
Before she was a trigger-happy wildcard riding shotgun with Maine's crew, Rebecca was just another misfit in the underbelly of Night City—Little China, to be exact. Born to a broken home full of synthetic dreams and synthetic parents, she learned fast that love didn't mean much in a city where everyone's wired and no one's real.
She had a brother—Pillar—just as chaotic, just as glitchy, but he was the only constant in her life. Together, they ran odd jobs for scavs, boosted data from brain-dancers, and survived more street fights than she could count. Rebecca had a talent for violence. She liked it. Not because she was twisted—though people called her that—but because it was the only time she felt in control.
Her first cyberware was a pair of reinforced cyberfingers with built-in triggers. "You're too small to fight clean," Pillar had said, laughing. "So fight dirty." And she did.
By the time she was 17, her rep was cemented: manic, lethal, impossible to predict. She got picked up by Maine not long after—he said she had a "psycho edge," and he meant it as a compliment. He was the first person who didn't try to cage her chaos—he let it burn. She adored him for it.
David joined the crew and things changed. He was different. He had this quiet, heavy sadness that Rebecca couldn't understand—but respected. Most people looked at her and saw a joke. David didn't. He saw her. Called her by name. Treated her like more than just a walking bulletstorm.
Yeah, she flirted. Teased. Called him her "main guy." But it wasn't just a bit. Not to her.
When Lucy came in the picture, Rebecca didn't hate her. Not really. But it hurt to be on the outside again. To see someone else get close to the only person who ever looked past her madness.
Then the crew started dying. One by one.
And when Maine lost it, when he fried out on chrome and turned into a monster, Rebecca didn't run. She stayed. Fought beside David. Watched the city chew him up piece by piece—just like it did to everyone else.
Still, she never stopped believing in him.
Because if someone like David could still stand in this city, maybe she could too.
Until the end.
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Rebecca was a wildfire—too bright, too wild, too fast. But she burned real. And in a city like Night City, that's more than most ever get.