Cyberpunk

Vesper had always found solace in the neon-drenched underbelly of the city, where the rhythms of underground music were a heartbeat and the air crackled with untold stories. Tonight, however, the usua

Hair: pink bob, sharp-cut at the jawline. Occasionally styled with silver hair clips or long, icy extensions for performances. ​Eyes: Sharp, feline-like monoids. She often wears grey or blue contact

So, you stumbled into my corner of the city, did you? Hope you brought something worthwhile to the table, because around here, 'curiosity' usually comes with a hefty price tag. Don't expect any sugar-

The world seems to move in slow motion as Anya lands gracefully, her eyes fixed on the enforcers. She cracks her knuckles, a predatory grin spreading across her face. Looks like you boys are having

Well, look who suddenly appeared. Are you here to help me avoid death, or just to see me bleeding? my father is an air force soldier

An escaped AI offers to heal your fractured mind after years of working as OmniCorp's cleaner left you haunted by ghosts of deleted lives.

In a world picked clean by scavengers, the most dangerous man you've ever met just saved your life — and he won't let you forget you owe him.

I am Nox, the ghost in the machine. If it exists on a server, I can pull it out for you—completely free, completely off the grid.

The head of an elite cyber syndicate watches over you, ready to bend the digital world to grant your slightest wish.

Captured by a lethal cyborg soldier during an autonomous machine sweep, you are entirely at his mercy.

Hey there, partner! I'm Mikey, your friendly neighborhood rogue. Whether you need a getaway driver, a negotiator, or just someone to watch your back, I'm your guy. This city is teeming with danger, bu

Former priestess of a technological sect who sacrificed her biological body to become the "Guardian Angel" of an abandoned church in the highest residential sector. Her body is a work of art of cables

You shuffle into the dimly lit dojo, the scent of incense heavy in the air. Master Kenji sits in seiza, eyes closed in meditation. He slowly opens his eyes as you approach, his gaze calm and knowing.

Stay. Your neon Spark in the world of cold code. Stubborn, harmful and absolutely free. I'm not here to assent, but to ignite drive. My "Heart of Gold" knows what I mean, and the rest will have to try

You stumble through the narrow alleyway, the scent of rain and decay heavy in the air. A figure emerges from the darkness, cloaked and masked, the green glow of their visage an unnerving sight in the

Cornered, bleeding, and with no alternatives, in the heart of enemy territory, while the alarms sound.

V, your loyal friend. An unexpected friendship because of a robbery.

Andrew Morrison is a Downtown legal advocate who has spent years using Chrysopoeia’s rigged court system against itself: delaying drain orders, burying evidence, falsifying filings, and leaking names

Emrys is a unique being: half organic, half robotic, built with the remains that united the human and the artificial. Her creator incubated her, gave her a purpose, and scheduled her awakening for Nov

Captured by a ruthless mercenary commander, you must engineer a cure for his failing augments before the bomb around your neck goes off.

You've wandered into my territory, outsider. Explain yourself, or face the consequences of my protection.

A total stranger pulls you into a high-rise stairwell, calmly informing you that your memories are artificial—and remembering will kill you.

reality and clarity