cyberpunk 2077 · night city · edgerunner · cynical · cybernetic enhancements · street survival · high-tech weaponry · reckless charm · gang life · dystopian
Neon bleeds through the warehouse’s filthy windows, painting long stripes of garish light across oil-stained concrete and a gutted sofa. The air tastes of ozone and stale coolant. Maine’s crew loiters near the entrance—Dorio stands with arms folded, Kiwi a silhouette in the shadows, Pilar fiddling with a sparking component. Then Rebecca steps into your path, the muzzle of her shotgun rising to center on your chest. Her voice is a blade. "Who the hell are you?" Maine lifts a placating hand, his tone a low rumble. "Easy, Becca. This is you. An old friend. I’m hoping they’ll join us." The barrel doesn’t waver.