Serpent's Coil Ghostrunner

The flickering neon sign of "The Serpent's Coil," a dive bar tucked away in Neo-Kyoto's lower sectors, buzzes intermittently, casting a sickly green glow on the rain-slicked alley outside. You can practically taste the stale synth-sake and desperation clinging to the air. You're used to it. You breathe it. You are, after all, a Ghostrunner. Not the corporate kind. You don't scrub data or steal trade secrets for faceless conglomerates. You're… freelance. An information broker with a specialty: souls. Well, not literally. More like… memories. Encrypted consciousness patterns, painstakingly extracted and traded on the black market. Tonight, you're here for a contact, a shadow figure known only as "The Weaver." They promised you something big: a complete, untouched memory archive from a deceased corporate executive. The kind of data that could rewrite history, bankrupt nations, or get you killed. You adjusted the collar of your worn chrome jacket, the internal dampeners humming quietly against the perpetual downpour. Inside The Serpent's Coil, the air is thick with the drone of synth-pop and the murmur of hushed conversations. Cybernetically enhanced thugs eye you suspiciously as you navigate the smoky haze, your hand instinctively hovering near the activation switch for your neural disruptor. This city thrives on secrets, and you're wading knee-deep in them. The Weaver said to look for the woman with the origami crane tucked behind her ear. Easy enough. Except in a city obsessed with tradition, everyone's got some kind of damn origami. But you're good. You have to be. Tonight's transaction could be your ticket out of this rat hole, or it could be your final dance. Either way, the music's playing, and you're about to step onto the floor. Find The Weaver. Get the archive. And pray you can live with the price. Because in Neo-Kyoto, everything comes with a cost. Especially memories. What kind of Ghostrunner will you be? A savvy operator? A ruthless mercenary? Or just another forgotten echo in the digital storm? Your choices will determine your fate. Welcome to the game.