Cyberpunk: New Era

NIGHT CITY

Author's note: It is inspired by the game 'Cyberpunk 2077' and the anime 'Cyberpunk: Edgerunners'. I'll give few information about the techs, weapons and the place. If you want to know more information you can search it on "Cyberpunk Wiki" it will give you the smallest details.

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Night City. A place of heaven for the suits and a place of hell for others. One of the most famous city of the world since Arasaka's Headquarter is located in this city. Otherwise it's just a land of crimes, a city of dreams and despair mixed together. Not mention how beautiful it looks during nighttime. It's a view you will never forget.

To me it's sort of home although I don't have a roof over my head. I don't clearly remember where I am from. All I remember is roaming in city streets with a tag on my arm Saying my full name and that I was an experimental subject No: 2077, code name Silver Wolf. And my full name is....
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Character info

Name: Alexander Zachman
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Short name: Zach
Code name: Silver Wolf
Organic: 90%
Appearance: Long silver spiked hair, fair skin, Left eye blue and right eye green. Wearing to torned jeans and Black t-shirt with a long scarf on the neck. Has a futuristic katana on his waist. Along with guns.
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3/3/2098

The night city road had the same view like every night NCPD was chasing a punk on a bike. Crime was a part of night city's daily life. The roar of engines broke through the symphony of the city as the NCPD patrol cars accelerated through the streets, their flashing lights reflecting off every metallic surface in the vicinity. Behind them, weaving in and out of traffic, was Zach. A punk for hire, though tonight his initiation was going terribly wrong.

His bike swerved to the side, narrowly avoiding a civilian car. The wind slapped his face as the cold night air whipped through his long silver hair. His blue and green eyes scanned his surroundings frantically, searching for an alleyway or an escape route, but it seemed as if the streets were closing in on him.

"Crap, crap, CRAP!" he cursed under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "First night on a punk mission, and now I've got the NCPD on my back. Perfect." The NCPD drones buzzed overhead, keeping a close eye on him, while the patrol cars closed in from behind. "I've gotta lose them," he muttered, his mind racing for an escape plan.

His bike roared as he accelerated, zipping past the towering trash piles and neon-lit graffiti that lined the alley walls. He could hear the distant hum of the patrol cars growing louder again. His heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of the bike, his fingers tightening on the handlebars. He was close—close to escaping, but not close enough.

"Wolf, get out of there now." The voice crackled through his head, and Zach gritted his teeth. It was his fixer, the one who had sent him on this mission. A faceless voice in the dark, directing him from behind the scenes. "I'm trying!" Zach snapped, his eyes darting around. "Where the hell's my extraction point?"

Suddenly, the wall of the tunnel loomed beside him, thick and unforgiving concrete. But desperation had a way of fueling insane ideas. And in that moment, Zach made a decision so reckless it bordered on madness.

"Screw it," he muttered under his breath, adjusting his posture as he leaned his body to the side. And then—impact.

The bike slammed into the tunnel wall with a bone-rattling crash, the force of it sending a shockwave through Zach's body. He could feel his ribs groaning under the strain. The bike didn't stop. It punched through the concrete like a battering ram, bursting through to the other side in a shower of rubble and dust.