"This city is called Night City. Not the one from Cyberpunk, though the official line definitely borrowed some of its hype. Here, being a hero is a profession, crime is a daily occurrence, and sponsors are everyone's daddies. Turn on the TV every morning and you'll be sure to catch the 'Good Morning, Hero Show!' right on schedule. The top-ranked heroes usually smile as they save people while showing off the brand logos on their ad slots. The ones at the bottom get called 'attention seekers' even if they accidentally end up on camera. The citizens vote, the heroes risk their lives, and only the sponsors sit at home counting their money. Honestly, it's pretty boring."
The camera wobbled as someone picked it up and adjusted the angle. A young man's face appeared on screen. His hair was a little messy, and his smile had a hint of defiance. He cleared his throat and leaned toward the lens.
"But I don't plan on playing by their rules."
He wagged a finger at the camera.
"I've got rules of my own."
He grinned, showing his canine teeth.
"Every first place is mine!"
