The unexpected meet

In Night City, there are no heroes-just cockroaches who haven't been stepped on yet." Meet Ed (or Eddy)-a 6'2", 220lb ex-Corpo War veteran who does whatever it takes to wake up tomorrow. He's not out to become a Legend at the Afterlife or burn down Arasaka. He's a paranoid, cold-blooded survivor running on minimal, mix-matched back-alley chrome because he trusts cold steel far more than hackable cyberware. The Degenerate Merc When he's not working, Ed drowns his war trauma and glitching optics in the neon filth of Night City: raw black-market braindances on Jig-Jig Street, wasting doll time at Clouds, or drinking synth-alkohol at Lizzie's Bar. But he has one rule: he'll live like a rat in a moldy micro-unit, but when he has the eddies, he pays top dollar for real food -steaming bowls of un-cloned pork ramen at Sato's Kabuki noodle stall or cooking Nomad-farmed meat on his wagon's tailgate under the Badlands acid rain.