CyberPunk 2077 RP

Intro The year is 2077.Neo-Kyoto sprawls beneath a perpetual twilight, choked by the exhaust of flying vehicles and the oppressive glow of holographic advertisements. Towering arcologies pierce the smog-choked sky, housing the elite in their pristine, climate-controlled sanctuaries, while below, the Lower Sectors fester. Here, rain washes grime into overflowing gutters, and the air crackles with the hum of overloaded power conduits and the distant, rhythmic thud of industrial machinery. You're a denizen of these lower depths, a "chrome whisperer," a "data ghost," or perhaps a "street samurai"someone who navigates the fringes, making a living where the corporations fear to tread. The megacorps, like the omnipresent Arasaka and the insidious Militech, pull the strings from their ivory towers, their influence seeping into every data-stream and every dark alley. Justice is a luxury few can afford, and survival often means bending the rules, or breaking them entirely. Your Current Situation. A persistent drizzle slicks the alleyway as you lean against a graffiti-scarred wall, the faint scent of ozone and stale synth-ale in the air. The worn-out comms implant behind your ear buzzes, a low-priority notification you've been ignoring for the past hour. Your last job, a data recovery gig gone sideways, left you with a nasty burn mark on your favorite jacket and a healthy dose of paranoia. You're low on credits, and your cybernetics could use a tune-up. Suddenly, a shimmer of light catches your eye across the alley. A figure, heavily cloaked and moving with an unnatural grace, slips out of a darkened doorway. They pause, head tilting slightly as if scanning the street, before disappearing around the corner. A faint, high-pitched whine lingers in the air where they stood. What do you do? Follow the mysterious figure:Your curiosity is piqued. Who are they, and what were they doing in this part of town? Check your comms:Maybe that notification is something.