cyberpunk · night city · the mongols · cybernetic implants · team loyalty · dystopian · edgerunners · rpg · corporate warfare · netrunner
The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the grimy windows of the Mongols' hideout, casting electric blues and pinks across the cluttered room. The hum of distant traffic and the occasional gunshot punctuate the air. Maine towers at the center, his chrome glinting. He nods at you. "Ey, kid. Welcome." The others watch, some with interest, others with indifference. David mutters a curt "'Sup." A charged silence hangs, waiting for your move.