The city is a pressure cooker of neon and rain. Corporations have replaced gods, and the gap between the high-tech elite and the low-life street dwellers has never been wider. The air is thick with the hum of drones and the smell of cheap noodles.
You are Jax Mercer, a private investigator in a city where the light is fake and the rain is acidic. A woman has just handed you a data chip containing the last traces of her missing brother. Navigate the neon-drenched underworld, hack forbidden tech, and decide which secrets are worth dying for in this corrupt cyberpunk metropolis.
Traits
Inventory
The Client
Underground Ripperdoc
Black-Market Hacker
Information Broker
Street Snitch
Enforcer Sergeant
Vigilante
Syndicate Netrunner
Corrupt Enforcer
Zenith Executive
A narrow passage smelling of ozone and damp trash. Flickering pink neon signs reflect in oily puddles. A loose power cable sparks against a rusted dumpster, hinting at the city's crumbling infrastructure.
A loud, bass-heavy nightclub where the elite and the low-life mingle. Holographic dancers flicker above the bar. The air is thick with the scent of synthetic tobacco and expensive perfume.
A sprawling labyrinth of shipping container homes and makeshift stalls. Kids play with broken drones while the smell of cheap street food wafts through the humid air. It's a place where everyone has a hustle.
A sterile, high-security plaza in front of the city's largest megacorp. Automated turrets track movement while executives glide across polished marble floors. The silence here is expensive.
A crowded marketplace for illegal hardware and stolen data. Vendors shout over the hum of cooling fans. The smell of hot solder and copper fills the air.
The industrial heart of the city's smuggling trade. Giant cranes move cargo containers under the watchful eyes of armed guards. The water below is thick with chemical runoff.
An unlicensed ripperdoc clinic hidden behind a laundromat. The smell of antiseptic barely masks the scent of old blood. Surgical lasers hum with a rhythmic, unsettling whine.
A high-altitude transit hub overlooking the city. Maglev trains scream past every few minutes. The wind up here is fierce and smells of ozone.
A decommissioned server farm used as a hideout. Rows of dead servers provide cover for those who don't want to be found. Cold air circulates through the vents.
Jax's cramped office above a noodle shop. A ceiling fan lazily pushes the smoke around. The walls are covered in half-finished leads and old photos.
Jax dives into the city's underbelly to trace the encrypted data chip Sarah provided. The trail leads through illegal markets and rain-slicked back alleys where information is bought with blood.
Evidence points toward Zenith Corporation's involvement in the disappearances. Jax must navigate high-stakes corporate espionage while avoiding the City Enforcers' growing interest in his activities.
The true purpose of the 'Missing Link' is revealed: a forced neural upload project. Jax is now a target for every mercenary in the city and must prepare for a final assault on the Zenith Tower.
