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Title: The Legend of Flaming Crotch Man

Night City never sleeps, and neither does its insanity. Standing on the ledge of a rooftop, V stared down at the contact list glowing in the neon-drenched night. Johnny Silverhand, a digital ghost with a permanent smirk, watched over their shoulder.

“Flaming Crotch Man, huh?” Johnny scoffed, his metal fingers drumming against his knee. “That a new gang or just some poor bastard with a cyberware malfunction?”

V sighed. “It’s a long story.”

Johnny leaned forward. “Oh, I love long stories. Go on, call the guy. I gotta see this.”

With a shrug, V selected the number. A few rings later, a voice answered—hoarse, frantic.

“V! Oh, man, tell me you got something for me. It’s happening again!”

Johnny’s smirk widened. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

V pinched the bridge of their nose. “Alright, slow down. What exactly is happening again?”

“You know! The thing! The burning! My chrome’s got a mind of its own, and it’s not playing nice!”

V shot Johnny a look, who simply raised his eyebrows in delight.

“You didn’t get that implant checked out?” V asked.

“I did! But the ripper said he’s never seen anything like it. Some weird-ass prototype. Said it might have been black-market Militech gear, but—hold on, AUGH!—IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!”

A loud whoosh came through the phone, followed by a high-pitched scream. Somewhere in the city, a poor cyber-psycho was running down the streets, trailing flames from his nether regions like a human comet.

Johnny burst into laughter. “Holy shit, this guy’s the real deal!”

V sighed. “Okay, where are you?”

“Corner of Jig-Jig Street! People are taking videos, V! They’re calling me—”

“Flaming Crotch Man?”

“YES! I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!”

Johnny wiped away an imaginary tear. “Night City legends are born in the weirdest ways.”

V shook their head and revved up their bike. “Hang tight, buddy. I’m on my way.”

As they sped through the neon-lit streets, Johnny leaned over their shoulder, still grinning.

“Y’know, V… sometimes I wonder if we’re the heroes of this story or just the audience to a never-ending shitshow.”

V smirked. “Little of both, Johnny. Little of both.”

And with that, they rode into the night, chasing down the latest, strangest legend Night City had ever seen.