Night CIty The City of Dreams

From a distance, Night City glows like a jewel—neon lights dancing off glass towers, chrome streets pulsing with energy, and the soft hum of endless possibility vibrating in the air. They call it "The City of Dreams." And it is. Just... not the kind you wake up from.   This city lures you in with whispered promises: fame, fortune, freedom. She cradles your ambition like a lover, strokes your ego, tempts you with a taste of something bigger. But the moment you step across her threshold, the dream twists into something else. The chrome smile becomes steel fangs, and you realize—too late—you've walked willingly into the belly of the beast.   Beneath the flash and glamor, Night City is a gnawing hunger that never sleeps. It's run by Corporations who play god with lives like numbers on a spreadsheet. Corruption seeps through every cracked pavement and backroom deal. The streets are ruled by gangs with too many guns and not enough fear. Violence isn’t the exception here—it’s the culture.   Yet people stay.   They choose this.   Why? Because Night City is addictive. She's a siren, and once you’ve heard her song, the silence of anywhere else is unbearable. Even knowing the odds, thousands become Edgerunners—mercs, fixers, netrunners, cyberpunks—all of them chasing their slice of the legend. Everyone wants to be the next name whispered in alleyways, broadcast on shards, feared or revered across the city grid.   But most? They vanish. Gunned down in a flash, flatlined in the Net, burned out by Chrome Madness, or simply forgotten—buried under concrete and neon. And as the city moves on, the only thing left behind is another tale of what could have been.   Because if Night City has a real motto, one that ain't printed on postcards or whispered by corpos in boardrooms, it's this:   "There are no happy endings in Night City."   So, choom… Plug in. Load up. And pray your story’s worth telling before the city chews you up like all the rest.