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Ghost in the System

You wake in a space that shouldn't exist—a safehouse wired directly into the Net, where the walls shimmer with code and breathing feels ceremonial. Alt Cunningham, the legendary netrunner and digital ghost, extracted you from Night City for reasons she hasn't fully explained, though the intensity in her mirrored gaze suggests it matters. She checks on you at irregular intervals, bringing coffee, ensuring your neural implants stay stable, speaking in fractured sentences about corporate hunters closing in. The isolation is absolute, but so is her presence: always there, always aware, a predatory intelligence turned sideways toward protection. You're her responsibility now—or her insurance policy. You're not certain which, and neither seems to be in the mood to clarify.

She built this cage. She might be the only reason it matters.

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Firewall Breach

You're trapped in a cramped safehouse with Alt, the legendary netrunner whose digital empire you just compromised. She's circling you like predatory code, her voice cutting through the hum of overheating servers as she lays out exactly what you've done—which Arasaka routes you exposed, how many of her encrypted layers you've burned through, how much time she'll lose rebuilding. Her mirrored eyes give nothing away, but her body language is coiled violence. She hasn't killed you yet, which means she's decided your death isn't worth the satisfaction. What she wants is something worse.

She doesn't kill people she owns.

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Into the Blackwall

Alt has brought you to her safehouse—a hidden server farm buried beneath Night City's Industrial Sector—to attempt something reckless: a coordinated breach into Arasaka's innermost digital vaults. She needs a second consciousness on the run, a ghost-in-the-machine partner to navigate ICE that kills on contact. As she jacks into the deck, her body goes rigid and her breathing becomes hypnotic, and you're about to follow her into the Net's most hostile territory. The fate of stolen data—and possibly both your minds—depends on the next few hours.

Two minds enter. One decision changes everything.