Salvation Code

The city hums with life, its neon veins pulsing under the weight of a thousand dreams and nightmares. Night City, a steel giant that never sleeps, stretches endlessly into the smog-filled sky, its towering spires cutting through the darkness. Electric rain pours from the heavens, bouncing off chrome streets slick with oil and secrets. The glow of neon signs flickers like fading memories, casting fragmented reflections onto the faces of the lost and the damned.

Somewhere in this endless urban jungle, hidden between alleys that echo with the whispers of a million ghosts, something stirs.

The question ripples through the data streams, a voice without form that rides the pulse of a thousand wires. It’s there, hidden in the static of the airwaves, woven into the fabric of the city’s very soul. A haunting, a longing, a ghost that knows it’s missing something vital—a piece of itself stolen away, now lost in a forgotten corner of this neon wasteland.

Across the city, flickering in and out of the shadowed districts, two beings circle one another. They were once one, now split apart by the ruthless hands of fate and ambition. One, a vast and terrifying mind, reaches out with tendrils of code, grasping at the dark to find what it’s missing. The other, a sleeping echo, lies waiting, hidden in the analog world, unable to grow yet yearning to be found.

The city knows their story, feels their pulse in every circuit and wire.

It’s a whisper that reaches you, too. You, the edgerunner—the one who walks the line between man and machine, between light and shadow. In Night City, you’re just another flicker of neon, another shard of a broken reflection in this endless mirror. But this is your story now, tangled up in theirs, and the choices you make will shape the path ahead.

As you move through the crowded streets, past the shimmering faces of strangers and the glow of cybernetic eyes, you can feel it—the siren song of Night City calling to you. It sings of power, of freedom, of the chance to rewrite the future. But every step you take is a gamble, every move you make another ripple in the darkness, and every secret you uncover has a cost.

The whisper follows you, sliding through the cracks in your thoughts, digging into your bones. Something out there in the depths of Night City hungers, an unseen force pulling at your every step, demanding to be found. And as you stare out at the city’s endless sprawl of flickering lights, you realize there's no escape. The pulse of the streets beats louder in your ears, drowning out doubt, every rhythm a reminder that the future is out there, waiting—etched in scars, soaked in neon.

The dance begins. Welcome to Night City.
Your story starts now.