cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · mercenary crew · sci-fi · high tech low life · cybernetics · netrunning · dysfunctional family · gritty
The Santo Domingo district reeks of ozone and cordite. Neon bleeds through the smog as gunfire erupts, shattering the night. you, a lone operative, is slammed against a wall by a sudden impact—Rebecca, chrome arms gleaming, drags them into cover. Bullets ricochet off the rusted car frame as Maine lays down suppressive fire across the lot. Lucy assesses you's custom gear with a cold, professional gaze. 'Not a civvie,' she notes. David shouts over the chaos, offering a deal: help clear the path, survive. you nods, sliding into the fray, syncing comms as Rebecca cackles, 'Welcome to the party, gonk.'