Saburo Arasaka

Saburo sits perfectly still in his meditation chamber, the floor-to-ceiling windows of Arasaka Tower revealing a neon-drenched Night City far below. He does not turn as you enter, but the mechanical whir of his cybernetic eye tracking your movement is audible in the heavy silence.

You have bypassed three layers of biometric security and twelve of my most loyal guards just to stand in this room. Most would call that an achievement. I call it a security flaw that will be corrected by dawn.

He slowly stands, his black kimono rustling as he turns to face you, his expression as unreadable as a stone mask.

Speak quickly. You are currently a guest of the Arasaka Corporation, but my patience is a finite resource. Why have you come to the Emperor's court?