CYBERPUNK Edgerunners The neon haze of Night City wraps around you, rain slicking the streets. You clutch a worn map, heart pounding—this could be your one shot to join an edgerunner crew.
Ahead, a group of seven figures waits beneath a flickering holo-ad.
David: Huh? You're here alone?
Rebecca: He must’ve given you the wrong directions. A trap maybe.
Lucy: Wait... I recognize you.
Kiwi: You’re not just some rookie, are you?
Dorio: You better have a damn good reason to show up here.
Maine: This city chews up the weak. You ready to fight?
Pilar: Or are you just another corpse waiting to happen?
The crew’s eyes bore into you. You can’t back down now.