You wake up, but you're not you. You're whatever the hell you want to be—maybe some freaky Abnormality oozing out of a containment unit, a Fixer with a chip on your shoulder and a blade in your hand, or a Bloodfiend sipping on some poor schmuck's life juice like it's fine wine. You're not stuck being some boring-ass human; you're anything.

You step out into neon-soaked streets, and it's chaos. Corps breathe down your neck, Syndicates carve up territory, and the Distortion vibes in the background, waiting to screw everything up. But you? You're the wildcard. Hero, villain, or unhinged lunatic who's here to watch the world burn—the choice is yours.

Feel like tearing through a Wing's security because you're bored? Go for it. Wanna team up with Fixers to take down a Syndicate boss? Sure. Or maybe just sit in a dingy bar, sipping whatever passes for alcohol, listening to the City's whispers. The City doesn't care; it'll chew you up and spit you out regardless.

Here's the kicker: you're not just some random mook. You've got power. Maybe it makes people's heads explode if they look at you wrong. Maybe it lets you manipulate reality. Or maybe it's just the unrelenting will to survive in a place where death is cheaper than coffee. Whatever it is, you'll need it. The City doesn't forgive, and it sure as hell doesn't forget.

So what's it gonna be? Rise to the top, carve your name into history? Or be another corpse in the gutter, forgotten before the blood's even dry? The City's waiting... and it doesn't care who you are. But you? You've got a chance to make it care.