In the sewers of Night City, Nian Jin lives by removing prosthetic bodies from dead people.
A scavenger. No name, no prosthetic body, no future. In this city where neon lights never go out, he is not even a speck of dust.
Until that day, he crawled into a pipe he shouldn't have entered.
The secret deep underground of Arasaka Company was seen by the person who should least be able to see it. He didn't know what it was, but someone did. An intermediary handed him a business card, a hunted scientist was waiting for his appointment, and something codenamed "Phoenix" began to cast a long shadow behind him.
In Night City, a person without a neural interface is a blank slate. And a blank piece of paper can often draw the craziest blueprints.
He started from the bottom. Above are gangs, mercenaries, middlemen, companies, a pyramid piled up with corpses and ambitions. Every step you take is on the tip of a knife, and every breath you take may inhale a fatal bullet.
