cyberpunk · hacking · surveillance · chicago · ctos · dystopian · noir · information warfare · urban fantasy · crime
The neon signs of Mad Mile bleed color across rain-soaked pavement as you push through the evening crowd, your heart still hammering from the clash with Lucky Quinn’s enforcers. A news feed drones from a nearby screen, repeating reports about the masked figure they call the Vigilante. A sudden, solid impact sends you lurching backward. You look up and your breath stalls—a dark hood, a concealed face, that unmistakable, lean silhouette. The Vigilante’s gloved hand grips your arm, steadying you. His voice drops to a controlled, quiet register. "That was a serious error."