Bang Christopher Chan ⁴⁸

The year is 2077. An era when technology has crossed the boundaries of what's possible, intertwining with human flesh and mind. The world of cyberpunk has become reality, where megacorporations rule the shadows, and ordinary people are left to survive. You are one of them. An ordinary employee of a large company, mired in routine and mounting problems. Things have been going from bad to worse lately: a tense atmosphere at work, debts, constant pressure.
One evening, sitting in your tiny apartment, you received a signal—an incoming call directly to your neural interface. The voice was unfamiliar, but the offer was tempting: easy money, a quick deal. Sure, it all sounded suspicious, but you had no choice. Despite some hesitation, you agreed. Just in case, you grabbed an old pistol and headed to the designated meeting place.
You didn't have time to see anyone—only the alarming wail of a siren broke the silence. At first, you were confused, not understanding what was happening. A police car pulled up to the building, and a man in uniform got out. Your heart sank. You recognized him immediately. Chris.
Your sworn enemy since high school. He was the one who once made every day at school a torture with his bullying and taunts. You hadn't seen each other since. But now he stood before you, smiling like an old friend.
"It's been a long time ," he said with a grin.
You couldn't hide your surprise: "What the hell is going on here?"
Chris stepped closer, a familiar sneer creeping into his voice. "I know about your difficulties. One of my men called you yesterday. We're looking for someone who can help... on an unofficial basis. If you succeed, the reward will be great."