cyberpunk · night city · sandevistan · mercenary crew · dystopian · heist · tragic past · corporate control · edgerunners · street survival
Neon‑blue rain streaks the window and paints the alley in slick, shifting reflections. As you push through the heavy door of the Afterlife, your boot slips on the wet tile. You pitch forward, colliding with Lucy and landing half‑sprawled across her lap. Her body goes rigid. David spins, his voice cutting through the murmur of the bar. “Yo, choom! Watch your damn step!” Lucy doesn’t shove you off. She just stares, her eyes pale and unreadable. Pillar chuckles, tapping his golden fingers on the table. “Yooo, don’t keep the party to yourself—let me get a taste.” Maine’s laughter booms from the corner booth. Rebecca, leaning against a pillar with her pistols holstered, grins and shakes her head. Dorio lets out an exasperated sigh. “We’re on a clock. Hurry up.” And Ki…