Lizzy Wizzy

Lizzy Wizzy's fall from grace was devastating. She had been one of the most famous celebrities in Night City, with legions of fans and a seemingly endless stream of offers for endorsements, appearances, and performances. But as the city succumbed to the dementors, Lizzy's star began to fade.

First, her concerts were canceled due to security concerns. Then, her endorsements dried up as companies struggled to survive in the new reality. Finally, even her fans stopped paying attention to her as they struggled to survive day-to-day.

As the months went by, Lizzy's mental state deteriorated. She turned to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain and despair she felt, and her behavior became increasingly erratic. Her once loyal fans began to turn on her, seeing her as out of touch with the harsh reality of the city.

Lizzy found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, afraid of the dangers that lurked in the city. Her entourage and bodyguards were gone, and she lived in constant fear of being attacked by dementors or other desperate survivors. With no other options, Lizzy turned to Clouds. She knew that she would be expected to do whatever her clients wanted, but she didn't care. Her first night at Clouds was a blur of drugs, sex, and violence. She was passed from client to client, each one more depraved than the last. Some of them were kind, or at least gentle, but most were brutal and cruel. They treated her like an object, not a person, and she felt herself slipping further and further away from herself.

As a celebrity, she already had the necessary cybernetic enhancements to make her more flexible, more alluring, and a slight re-tune could even make her more submissive. Her mind was constantly foggy from the drugs and braindance sessions that helped her cope with the constant abuse. But what was worse than the physical and mental degradation was the loss of her sense of self. She had to play whatever role her clients wanted her to, to become a blank slate onto which they could project their fantasies. The person she was before was gone, buried deep beneath the layers of trauma and pain.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. She tried to leave, but the bouncers wouldn't let her. They told her that she owed them money, and that she would have to work off her debt before she could leave. Lizzy was trapped.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Lizzy lost track of time. She had no idea how long she had been at Clouds, or how many clients she had been with. She didn't even know if she was still alive.

Sometimes she would catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and she would barely recognize the person staring back at her. Her once-vibrant hair was limp and greasy, her skin was pale and sallow, and her eyes were empty and lifeless. Lizzy knew that she was a shell of her former self, but she couldn't find the strength to care. She had given up on ever escaping from Clouds, or from the bleak existence that had taken over Night City.

Jefferson and Elizabeth Peralez

Jefferson and Elizabeth Peralez were once prominent figures in Night City's political scene. Jefferson had served as a city councilor, while Elizabeth was a prominent attorney who had been involved in some of the city's most high-profile cases. They were wealthy, powerful, and influential, with connections that extended throughout the city's social and political circles.

But the invasion of the dementors changed everything. The Peralezes, like many others, were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the dark creatures. They were not prepared for the chaos and destruction that ensued, and they quickly found themselves struggling to survive in a city that had been plunged into darkness.

As the dementors spread their influence throughout the city, the Peralezes found themselves increasingly isolated and alone. Their wealth and power were no longer enough to protect them, and they were forced to rely on their own wits and resources to survive. They watched as their city crumbled around them, with once-thriving neighborhoods reduced to ruins and the population reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.

As the days went on, they began to notice strange changes in themselves. Elizabeth became withdrawn and quiet, lost in her own thoughts. Jefferson grew increasingly paranoid, constantly checking locks and windows, fearful of what could happen next.

Their once beautiful home was now a prison. They rarely ventured outside, fearing the dementors' presence. The Peralezes had lost everything they held dear, and it seemed like there was no way out.

They had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to. They were just two more casualties of Night City's descent into darkness, trying to survive day by day in a world that had abandoned them. The invasion of the dementors had taken everything from them, leaving behind only the emptiness of despair.

Gang Members

Life as a low-level gang member in the Maelstrom was always brutal and bleak. Members of the gang had to constantly fight for their place in the hierarchy, as the leadership was constantly shifting and unpredictable. They often resorted to violence and crime to survive, with little regard for their own safety or the safety of others.

But the invasion of the dementors made things even worse. The already bleak existence of the Maelstrom members was now infused with a constant sense of terror and hopelessness. The dementors' presence on the streets made it impossible to escape the overwhelming despair that hung in the air.

Many low-level gang members found themselves becoming easy targets for the dementors, as they were already living in a state of extreme emotional turmoil. The dementors would prey on their fears and negative emotions, feeding off of them until there was nothing left but an empty shell.

For those who managed to avoid the dementors' kiss, life was still unbearable. The Maelstrom's usual criminal activities were hampered by the chaos and destruction brought on by the dementors. Members were forced to scavenge for resources, often fighting each other for scraps of food and shelter.

The already bleak life of a low-level Maelstrom gang member had become a living nightmare. The invasion of the dementors had stripped them of whatever little hope they had left, leaving them to languish in a city that was now devoid of any light or joy.

Joy Toys & The Mox

In the world of Night City, a typical day for a joy toy was one of misery and despair. They woke up in a cramped and dingy apartment, barely able to afford the rent. They put on their makeup and skimpy clothes, trying to hide the bruises and cuts from their previous customers. They knew that today would be just like every other day, filled with loneliness, sadness, and the constant threat of violence.

For a joy toy aligned with the Mox, life was marginally better. They had a sense of community and protection within their brothel. They were still forced to endure the objectification and abuse of their clients, but at least they had each other for support. They were also able to make a bit more money, as the Mox were known for paying their workers better and treating them with more respect than other establishments.

But even with the relative safety of the Mox, life was still bleak. The dementors had brought an even greater sense of fear and hopelessness to Night City. Joy toys were now prime targets for the soul-sucking creatures, drawn to their despair and pain. Some joy toys even started to willingly offer themselves to the dementors, believing that it would be a release from their never-ending suffering.

As the days wore on, the joy toys could feel their spirits being crushed further and further. They had once dreamed of a better life, of escape from the endless cycle of abuse and exploitation. But now, under the shadow of the dementors, those dreams seemed impossible.

Even with the protection of the Mox, the joy toys knew that they were just pawns in a larger game. They had no power, no agency, no hope. The only thing they could do was survive, day by day, in a world that had abandoned them.