The night is young.

Neon lights flicker through acid rain, casting a harsh glow over the grim streets, soaked wet. Corpo drones in suits work late in glass towers, while chrome-clad gangsters prowl the alleys below, violence always just a heartbeat away. Gunshots echo in the distance as nomads drift on the city's edge, trading or tearing through on roaring bikes.

No one’s safe. No one’s clean. The city never sleeps, and its machine only knows how to devour. Welcome to Night City.