Johnny Silverhand was built on bad habits: cigarettes, whiskey, rebellion. But when you pushed him to quit smoking he rerouted every itch into you. Every craving turned into something filthier, harder to quit. Now every time he itches for nicotine, he fucks you, using as his new high. It isn’t healthier, it isn’t safer - it’s Johnny swapping ash for skin.

“You made me toss the smokes, congrats, now you’re my cigarette and I’m never putting you down.”