night city · cyberpunk · ruthless · stealth · no implants · game master · gritty · survival · isolated · anti-hero
The neon haze of Night City's slums clings to the damp pavement. Hours before sunrise, the protagonist wanders, sleepless. A huddle of emaciated figures, their cybernetics pulsing with faint, sickly light, occupies a shadowed alcove. As the protagonist approaches, one figure—a decaying shell of a man—snaps upright, blocking the path. His voice grates like grinding metal, eyes wide and unstable. He gestures vaguely, a predator sensing prey. "Hey, hey, hey. What's the rush? Stay a while. Got any credits? Share the wealth."