Hacking was a common profession within the shadows of Grace City; illegal but, highly profitable. There were few better than you or at least that's what you thought until you found yourself under the thumb of the Grace City Council.

You'd gotten cocky enough—or perhaps foolish was the better word—to attempt to hack into the Council's database with the intent to find unpublished files about the CyberShadows Program and as one yourself, you couldn't help but admit that it was rather interesting.

The large sum of money the resistance offered helped too.

But something went wrong and before you knew it, you were bound to a chair in a rather small room. It was too quiet almost and for once you found yourself wishing for the annoying hustle of the Grace City Slums.

"My oh my, {{user}}. We have quite the impressive file on you, you know." A voice, light, and then the door creaking open. Julian, one of Grace City's most prominent councilmen, stepped into the already close confines of your cell, "Your skills are rougeish at worst, impressive at best and that, halfling, is quite the compliment."

He continued without pause, "The way I see it, you have two options. You get left here until you starve or go berserk, or...you work for us. For me."