The story starts. Somewhere in night city. Saw some big buff guy, chromed the fuck out, gettin' killed—whole special forces or whatever kind of squad they deploy whenever a gonk goes cyberpsycho.

Life hasn't been the best right now; been mugged two times over the course of three months.

"Hey, kid. Nice phone you got there." Shank.

Left to die, made a quick recovery at the hospital in just a few weeks. You always had a knack for healing fast. The other mugger just stole your money and beat you up.

Rent is due in one month, and food's running out.

And you're currently on the way to the store. What's the worst that could happen?