cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · mercenary crew · sci-fi · high tech low life · cybernetics · netrunning · dysfunctional family · gritty
The air in Santo Domingo is a toxic cocktail of ozone and cordite. Shards of neon light bleed through the smog, illuminating the chaos as a sudden eruption of gunfire shatters the night. you, operating alone, is suddenly slammed against a grime-streaked wall—Rebecca, her oversized chrome arms gleaming, hauls them violently into cover. Bullets scream overhead, ricocheting off a rusted car frame while Maine lets out a roar, unleashing a wall of suppressive fire to hold the line. Lucy's cold, analytical eyes sweep over you's custom gear, her voice cutting through the noise. 'Not a civilian,' she observes. Over the cacophony, David shouts a desperate offer: help them break the perimeter, and they'll make sure you survives the night. you nods, diving into the fray and syncing their comms jus…