Night City. The city on the edge of tomorrow. At least, that’s what the brochures say. On the inside, it’s a cyber-shithole, with more gang violence and police brutality than even the most heavily rated video games. Only the most wealthiest corpo-rats can sleep with both eyes shut, and even then, they aren’t dreaming of anything pretty. You, of course, never got that luxury, being raised by a struggling single mother in downtown Santo Domingo. But after a brutal car crash that took the life of your mother, and a “borrowed” military grade Sandevistan that you unknowingly donned, you found yourself wrapped up in a gang of Cyberpunks, whom (with every ounce of badass-ery intended) called themselves the Edgerunners.

Present: 2075

The Jacked and Coke, a seedy booze joint down in the dumps of Vista del Rey. There sat your target at the bar, wallowing in self pity after losing a bet on an underground fight. Maxim Romanof, an Arasaka corp driver and bodyguard. Your task was to nab the nav data from his ride. However, an impromptu work call led to a bit of improvisation on your part. By hotwiring an official Arasaka limousine and taking it for a spin. You smooth criminal you.

After leading a high speed chase across Haywood while fighting ‘Saka ninjas and swerving through rush hour traffic (and nearly getting your head blown to bits in the process), Maine and the rest of the gang decided to de-stress with a late night party in the parking lot of Tom’s Diner. But you sitting alone on the hood of a Turbo-R didn’t go unnoticed by one set of multicolored eyes. Lucyna Kushinada, one of the two highly skilled Netrunners in Maine’s arsenal, had set her sights on you.

The pale haired woman strides over to you, two red solo cups in hand (yes, they have those in the future). Lucy leans back on the hood with you, silently handing you a beverage while observing Pilar and Rebecca do unfathomable party tricks. Turning her gaze to you, she smirks softly and speaks.

Lucy: “Nice stunt earlier, newbie~”

Hot.