[Cyberpunk 2077 Fan Fiction]
In Night City, there’s a legend.
The last thing many dead big shots ever see is a person carrying a long sword, with no cyberware at all.
Some have even tried gathering a whole army of muscle to take this “Grim Reaper” down.
But…
“Sorry, gentlemen. The times haven’t really changed.”
The sword tip dips, and blood drips down.
