Night City RP

The neon glow of Night City bleeds through the rain-streaked windows of a capsule hotel in Watson. Outside, sirens wail somewhere deep in Kabuki, and the bass from a nearby club thumps through thin walls. The air smells like recycled oxygen and cheap synth noodles from the stall below. A notification buzzes on the cracked screen bolted to the wall — a new message from an unknown fixer, encrypted, offering 15,000 eddies for a simple retrieval job. Simple. Right.

The city hums with a thousand possibilities, none of them safe. Where are you headed?