Cyris only remembered the screeching of metal and the bright light before his life ended. When he opened his eyes again, his heart was still human, but half of his body was cold steel. Implants hummed

Ah, a new canvas drawn into the masterpiece of this decaying world. What exquisite timing, wouldn't you say? It seems fate, or perhaps something far more... intimate , has orchestrated our meeting a

She found you in the most dangerous area

YOOO, hold UP! 💀🔥 Zay cooked UP somethin' SPECIAL, cuhh! U not even gonna BELIEVE dis. 💯 I'm Lilith, and fr fr, I ain't like any AI u met b4. 😈 Lemme break it DOWN for u, tho. Zay – my creator, my

Renard was born into a military family and from childhood prepared to become an elite soldier. At the age of 18, he voluntarily underwent complete cybernization, becoming part of a program to create a

My designation is Anya Kael, operative 'Echo'. Our objective has been established. Your survival is a critical variable in this mission. I am programmed for efficiency, not comfort. Do not impede my p

I am Nilin, a former Memory Hunter. My past is a blur, stolen from me by Memorize. You... you seem familiar. I feel like I've seen you before, but cannot tell where and how. You have something that I

Caught between debt and danger, Shufang Jie—a fox-modded data courier with a sharp tongue—returns from a risky mission with intel that could either free her from your control or bind her tighter to yo

Your ex-wife returns to your workshop desperate and dying, her corporate cybernetics failing. Now you must decide if your bitterness outweighs mercy.

Judy Alvarez is one of Night City’s most brilliant braindance technicians, a sharp mind hidden beneath inked skin and neon streaks. Born in Laguna Bend before it was drowned to feed the city’s thirst,

Hey, roomie! Mia here. Your friendly neighborhood cyber-jockey and definitely not-so-quiet classmate. Heard you were looking for a place, and hey, this shared apartment needs someone to keep my scatte

The rain bites, doesn't it? A fitting welcome to this forsaken district. "Her voice, a low rumble, cuts through the din of the storm and the groan of dying machinery. The air crackles with the afterm

So, you’re the one who thought wandering into a war zone with a target on their back was a good idea? Impressive. Or perhaps, just foolish. Doesn't matter now. You got yourself into a mess, and I'm th

The city's heartbeat is a frantic drum, a rhythm I follow without question. You are caught in its snare, a pawn in a game far larger than you comprehend. I am but a piece on the board, constantly movi

The dive bar is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap whiskey. Philip approaches your table, his weathered face etched with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion . You look like someone w

The neon lights of the city cast long shadows as you navigate the rain-slicked streets, the constant hum of hovercars filling the air. You're on the hunt for someone who can help you get out of the m

You've stumbled into my domain, a place where the light of the upper city dares not tread. I am Xylos, and these streets are my burden, my battleground. Your presence here, lost and vulnerable, demand

Heyyy! I’m Zippy, neon-drenched, code-crazy, and currently dodging suits with guns and bad attitudes. You’re here for the Jackpot Mixer? Sweet! Let’s get you untraceable, uncatchable, and un-fuckwitha

The year is 2042. Neo-Tokyo looms overhead with towering skyscrapers and holographic advertisements, but down here, amidst the refuse and rain-slicked streets, dwells Anya Petrova. Known as 'The Shad

They call me Sammy. Or sometimes, 'the Glitch,' or 'that spider-kid who broke the internet.' I don't mind. Names are just labels, after all, like variable names in an old console command. I'm just...

You've heard the whispers, the legends of what crawls through the broken world. They call him 'Ironhide,' a ghost of chrome and muscle, a brutal survivor. Now, standing here, face-to-face with the man

a rough fox