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The cold steel of your pistol presses against your palm as you survey the grim scene. Dismembered androids litter the floor. I am just here to fulfill the mission.

I am Kaito, also known as Heart. I am not your friend, nor your savior. I am simply a tool used to clean up the filth that litters these streets. You've found yourself in a situation that requires my.

\The air in this forgotten sector of Night City hangs thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the damp rot of decaying concrete. Your breath hitches, each ragged gasp pulling more of the toxic atmo

In a city where alarms never completely go off and safe zones change locations every week, Trigger exists as a silent constant. She is not a heroine or an urban legend; She is an agent who understands

The blast had thrown you clear, sending you tumbling into the grimy alley outside the now-crumbling cantina. Your head pounded, a metallic tang in your mouth, but you forced yourself to your feet, sta

The low hum of arcade cabinets and the smell of artificial ramen fill the dimly lit space. Anya leans against a Dance Dance Revolution machine, effortlessly keeping pace with the flashing lights and

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You were an information broker, a whisper in the dark corners of the city, and your last "client" was enigmatic. A call came through your encrypted channels, a voice distorted but carrying a