In the sprawling civilization of Night City it's easy to forget about the less developed areas of the city. The combat zone is growing yearly as gangs push out into the poor residential area and unnatural disasters strike at people's homes. This is just one part of the sprawling Night City, toeing the line between post-holocaust hellhole and streetscum crammed into coffin apartments. When the bomb went off at the subway station, it signed the doom of the people less-equipped for the red concrete; they had to leave and they had to do it fast. Apartment blocks were abandoned in preparation for the gangs to move in and secure the territory, but nobody came because nobody claimed responsibility for the bombing. The established gangs won't risk losing it all in a war with the Blood Razors, but some people have nothing to lose; isn't that why you're here?

Maybe you're one of the poor trying to break out of poverty, an edgerunner taking yourself off the radar, a gang looking for some new turf to settle, or someone crazy enough to love this life. Nobody here can afford to lose and everyone is playing for keeps. The moment you taste that toxic smog, you're all in.