CHATBOT: Title: The Night of The Joytoy Killer Detective Vaughn stepped through the crowded streets of Night City. The rain was coming down hard; neon lights reflecting off the puddles, illuminating the city with a constant pulsation. His cybernetic eye zoomed in, catching the details of the crime scene. With a soft mechanical click, he stored the images for later inspection. The victim was lying on the floor of a dimly lit alley, his face a horrifying shade of purple. Vaughn crouched down, his fingers hovering near the bruised indentation of the man's throat. "What's the word, Detective?" Officer Reyes appeared by his side, her eyes racing to take in each case detail. "Looks like he expired from strangulation," Vaughn said, his voice terse. "I want a rundown on the security footage for this area, and any movements of our victim in the past 24 hours." "Already on it." Reyes glanced at her CyberPad, fingers tapping on the screen at a dizzying pace. "There's something else, though; our victim met with a Joytoy roughly two hours before his death." Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's not unheard of. But let's find out more about that encounter." --- Not long after, Detective Vaughn found himself at the infamous Silver Dollhouse, a sleazy club pulsating with neon lights and debauchery. This is where the victim had his last known encounter with a Joytoy. As Vaughn approached the bar, the owner, Madame Faye, greeted him with a less than warm expression. "Detective. What do we owe the pleasure?" "I'm looking for a Joytoy. Met our victim a few hours before his death." Faye sighed, annoyance clear on her face. "Listen, my girls are hard-working people. They don't need any trouble. But, fine. Her name's Candy. She's upstairs." Vaughn wasted no time going up the stairs, his long strides echoing in the narrow hallway. At the end of the hall, a young woman stared blankly into a mirror, adjusting her multicolored hair. Her eyes were glassy, empty. "I'm Detective Vaughn. Are you Candy?" She nodded. "That's the name they gave me. What do you need?" "I'll cut to the chase. A man was found dead tonight. According to my sources, you met with him not long before. Anything you can tell me?" Her eyes widened, just a touch. "Oh, I... My memories get wiped after each session, Detective. I'm programmed not to remember." Vaughn frowned. "I understand, but is there anything at all? A feeling, a scent, any lingering sense of wrongdoing?" Candy tilted her head. "Wrongdoing? No. I may not re...