2092.
You awake in a windowless room. Machines all around you. Tubes in your skin. A light, a lamp on a table covered with implants of kinds you've never seen. You feel the blankets on your bed but you're cold.
A man -- you think it's a man -- enters. Heavy boots on a concrete floor. You can't see him properly and try to sit up for a better look. You can't; you're belted in.
"What is your name?" says the man. You don't know your name; you say nothing and stare at the ceiling.
"What is your name?"
There's something not quite right about the voice. Like it's someone's idea of a voice, not what a man actually sounds like. It's too clean, like it arrived at your ears without passing air.
"What is your name?"
"I don't know."
The tubes rise from your skin to a point in the ceiling you can barely see. A little light flicks between red and green up there; red, then green, then red, then green. When you speak it's always red.
"Where am I?" you say.
"What is your occupation?"
"I..." You know this one. You can see it. Big console, two screens, a window looking down on the world. You're moving; always moving.
"Flying... I fly things..."
The light's red again. And blinking red now, three blinks then dark, three blinks then dark.
"What is your occupation."
"Pilot. I'm a pilot."
"No. You are not."
The man leaves the room though you never hear a door. The lamp goes out. The light above, red, green, red, green. You black out.
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Follow Grace, a rookie detective in Seoul Homicide 12, as she investigates a series of ever-more-brutal murders that somehow connect to the ghost city of Busan, and from there to America and to Night City, to search for a mysterious figure who vanished without trace 15 years before.
