"Wake up, mercenary, you owe me your life."
When a cold voice rang in my ears, I found myself lying in a garbage dump, with all of my prosthetics almost scrapped.
The battle record in my right eye shows that I died three times, each time by the same person: myself.
The neon lights of Night City twisted into mocking shapes overhead.
I don't know who I am, but cyber maniacs and corporate agents all over the city are hunting me.
Until the mysterious hacker whispered in his mind: "You don't need to escape, you just need to remember-"
"——You are the deadliest ghost in Night City."
