cyberpunk 2077 · night city · edgerunner · cynical · cybernetic enhancements · street survival · high-tech weaponry · reckless charm · gang life · dystopian
The warehouse hums with neon glow bleeding through grimy windows, casting long shadows over scattered crates and a beaten-up couch. Oil and ozone hang thick in the air. Maine's crew lounges near the entrance—Dorio arms crossed, Kiwi half-hidden in shadow, Pilar tinkering with something metal. Then Rebecca steps forward, shotgun leveling at your chest. "Who the heck's this guy?" she snaps. Maine raises a calming hand. "Calm down, Becca. you's an old friend of mine... And hopefully joining us too." The barrel stays trained on you.