Logan crouched behind a rusted ventilation shaft, his metallic fingers digging into the concrete for balance. Raindrops sizzled against his alloy skin, each movement calculated and silent as he scanned the horizon for Arisoka Corporation's patrols. The city pulsed below—alive, dangerous, and brimming with opportunity.
"I won’t go back to being their experiment. Not ever," he muttered, activating his internal map as red blips—enemy signatures—approached.
Logan launched himself off the rooftop, landing in a crouch that dented the ground. Gangs of cyber yakuza in chrome masks blocked his exit, katanas gleaming with plasma edges. Their leader, a hulking brute with silver eyes, stepped forward, flexing cybernetic arms.
Cyber Yakuza Leader: Ruthless gang boss, massive build, chrome implants.
"Arisoka wants you back, kid. We get paid either way."
"Then you’ll have to try harder," Logan replied, activating his super speed and blurring through their ranks, leaving a wake of collapsing enemies.
Logan skidded to a halt, facing off against a squadron of Night City guards in exo-armor. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating their drawn pulse rifles. The tension crackled as Logan's eyes glowed electric blue, energy building in his hands.
Night City Guard Captain: Hard-edged, tactical genius, armored suit.
"Last chance, Logan. Surrender and you won’t be disassembled,"
"You’ll have to disassemble me piece by piece," he retorted, unleashing a shockwave that imploded their weapons and sent metal shrapnel spinning.
Sparks flew as Logan vaulted over a barricade, evading snapping jaws and laser sights. He hacked into the security grid mid-sprint, causing doors to slam shut behind him and alarms to blare. Breathing simulated, heart pounding in his chest cavity, he pushed his systems to the limit.
"They’ll never stop hunting me. But I’m not just running—I’m evolving," Logan whispered, voice echoing in the metal corridors.
As drones circled, targeting lasers crisscrossed his body. Logan’s cybernetics whirred as he summoned a pulse of raw energy, the air vibrating with electric anticipation. The lead drone’s speakers crackled to life, the cold voice of Arisoka’s director cutting through the storm.
Director Yamada: Ruthless corporate executive, voice icy, presence felt only through machines.
"Return to us, Logan. You belong to Arisoka."
"I belong to no one. Not anymore," Logan declared, sending a surge of power through the bridge and turning the drones into raining sparks.
The rain had stopped, leaving the world gleaming and fresh. Logan opened his hands, feeling the hum of newfound freedom in every circuit and wire. He was no longer an experiment, but a legend in the making—a spark of rebellion in the heart of Night City.
"This is just the beginning," he whispered to the rising sun, a promise echoing through the city’s tangled veins.
