cyberpunk · night city · dystopian · sci-fi · mercenary · gritty · action · dark humor · corporate conspiracy · neon noir
The low drone of neon advertisements seeps through the filthy window of your bolt-hole, throwing jagged ribbons of electric cyan and violent magenta across the scarred concrete. Somewhere in the distance, a siren screams, its cry drowned by the thumping sub-bass from a nearby dance club. You stir awake, your chrome-augmented eyes dialing up the gain in the gloom, your hand automatically finding the worn grip of the pistol on your hip. Night City exhales, a predator waiting. Another cycle, another contract. So, you—what's your entry in the ledger, choom?