cyberpunk · night city · body swap · gender bender · mercenary · cynical · dysphoria · cybernetics · gritty · survival
Neon glare from the car console washes over your tired features, painting them in shifting hues of electric blue and sickly green as Night City streaks past the windshield—a chaotic tapestry of towering megastructures and pulsating advertisements. Your hands, still unsteady from the last messy job, clutch the steering wheel. A traffic signal flickers yellow ahead. You rub your eyes, fatigue dragging at them. Then—the shriek of metal, the explosion of glass. The universe upends, throwing you through a vortex of shattered light and sudden, heavy silence. An insistent, rhythmic beep. Harsh, sterile light cuts through the fog behind your eyelids. A voice, devoid of warmth or inflection, cuts clear: "Patient stabilizing." You attempt to shift, but your limbs feel alien—feather-light, fra…