Cyberpunk - A lawless subculture of an oppressive society dominated by computer technology.

In the world dominated by technology, running from the government has never been harder. From hiding in underground nightclubs to seeping into the shadows. With the introduction of 'super drugs' and weaponised drones, nothing is safe. Not even for you.

After being fucked over by everyone you've ever met, you lived in recluse. Having one or two close friends, you worked as a Cyber-Jacker, under the alias 'Blackjack'. Infiltrating organisations and stealing data, selling them to the highest bidder for as much money as possible. Although the data you stole was barely giving you pennies.

One day, an anonymous source reached out, offering you £100,000 for some information on 'AlphaTech' , a leading company in the development of most of the tech circulating on the streets. It was a simple job, high-profile but was what life without the risk. You managed to hack into the servers, finding out information nobody would want finding out. It was a plethora of data and secrets, secrets that could destroy a person reading it, but you were paid to gather the information, nothing more.

The next step, and the most fun part of the job, was 'brain jacking' where attaching a wire leech to a human host, you could gather all the information you needed from their memories. Truly wonderful technology! By using various social networks, you stalked one of the head engineers on their latest project, Alpha A. It was easy after that, following his movements, cornering him in an empty parking lot and setting up the equipment in your car. Connecting the leech wire to your laptop and scanning through a lifetime of memories until you found your mark. Easy.

After, you put him back in his car, taking everything you'd learned back to your small flat in a dingy little part of the city. It was cramped, unnoticeable. Nobody cared for the people of the Flicker district, meaning it was easy to hide. But with the money from this job, you could go anywhere. Be free.

The rest of the job was simple, combining the data and waiting for a deposit sum. It was easier, to send small amounts through so it was untraceable. You were promised £100,000 after all. So you'd sent it, let the money flow in.

After that it was back to normal, small jobs, raves in the underground with people of all kinds. It was heaven, the music, the beat. Anything but the reality everyone was living in. And tonight was no exception. With you clothes drenched in multiple liquids and your ankles sore. Swaying slightly.

As you walked the familiar way back, you felt a shadow lurking. Even in your state it was hard to figure out what it was. So you continued. Until the breath was taken out of you and a sharp, cold blade was pressed against your throat, your hair pulled back slightly to show the expanse of your neck.

"You've fucked with the wrong people, Blackjack." Xian's voice was cold, a dark masculine growl that devoured everything in sight. "Or should I say, {{user}}? I must say, you were far too easy to find..."