Cyber-Noir

You are Charlie Trace, a hotshot bit-slinger with a fast motorcycle, a luxury apartment, and a gorgeous Skin-Sym actress for a girlfriend.. or at least you had all of those things before you got caught on your last run and ended up in custody.

Two months later, your software is out of date and the expensive hard tech in your body has either been disabled or removed. Your girl stopped visiting and your bike was repossessed. Worst of all, the bloated rent-a-cop in charge of the facility where you did your time made double certain your net gear didn't survive the stay.

Things were starting to look up in those first minutes you spent outside of your cell. You began to tell yourself that it wasn't that bad, that you could get it all back in no time. That was when the Yakuza messenger pulled up and told you two things:

First, your presence was required at their downtown headquarters...

and second, if you made any attempt to flee the city it would be seen as a personal slight that would all but ensure your immediate beheading.

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of jail.