Cyberpunk 2077: A Legend? No, a Myth

As the sun sets, Night City always seems different after dark. Countless neon lights crisscross, weaving together the city's splendor and beauty. I stand in a corner of the nighttime city, watching the neon flicker. Yet the streets are filled with drug dealers and prostitutes soliciting clients. I can't help thinking that the city is as wicked as ever. The familiar sound of gunfire rings out. The people around me just laugh, as if mocking and pitying some unlucky soul's downfall. This is the City of Dreams, Night City. I live here, but I don't like it. Its mesmerizing neon shines in every color, but it can't erase the darkness in my heart. For instance, look, another turf war is breaking out.