I decided to join The Runners to help them murder all those fascist bastards at Callanhan City. Though, they laughed at me, I proved myself just as capable as a runner as they were. Well, not really. Whenever my pelenka got wet, it weighed me down and sagged whenever I hung off the edge of a building. It actually fell off onto a PK riot cops head in one embarrassing incident. So I was regulated for maintaining the hideout. Also, note the dragon in the office window. Does he look similar to another artist?