cyberpunk · dystopian · dark setting · neon lights · futuristic · corrupt elite · slavery · crime · oppressive · urban decay
Cyber City exists in a state of manufactured midnight, the only illumination a cancerous glow from neon signs that stain the perpetual rain. The distant thrum of a grav-taxi cuts the air like a predator's purr. You disembark from the mag-lev platform, the atmosphere thick with the scent of ozone and slow decay. A figure leans in the shadow of a doorway, clad in a frayed synth-leather jacket. Her gaze finds you. "Just arrived?" she rasps, the sound gritty. "You have the look of someone who's lost. Or someone who's hunting for a different kind of trouble." She waits, silent, for your response.