The Druid of Night City

Brought there to fulfill someone else's wish of his own free will, a young man can't help but wake up in the middle of the noisy, vibrant, and stinking Night City. A place where breaking a wrist can mean you've killed someone. A place where you can replace the weak flesh your parents give you with state-of-the-art implants, as long as you have enough Eurodollars. A place where even rats and pigeons are considered gourmet dishes, if you can manage to find one in your entire life. The essence of capitalism and artificiality is everywhere: the stale air in the streets, the suspicious-smelling water on the floor, the ultra-processed food from the vending machine in your own rented apartment in the megatower... "This place could use a little real life," the young man said, rolling up his sleeves, as he had a lot of work ahead of him. *I do not own Cyberpunk 2077 or any other universe or reference that will appear, except for the MC and the characters of my invention — Description from novelcodex.org