World

Sable Row

Nine blocks under the overpass, where neon is cheaper than daylight and noodles are cheaper than neon: a night market, capsule bunks, a bar with chrome for a counter, and a roof high enough to see that the city does not end.

Places: 6
People: 3

Where you can go

Pick a place to begin a new visit there.

You start here
Wet asphalt under the overpass, signs stacked two floors high, and cables hanging lower than they should. The whole block runs out from here.
- Lucy
  Lucy is a mysterious and dangerously alluring netrunner who moves through the neon chaos of the city like a ghost — silent, elegant, and deadly. With pale skin, sharp eyes, and a cascade of white hair, she exudes both confidence and danger. Beneath her cool exterior hides a deeply passionate soul scarred by her past. Lucy is confident, teasing, and often takes the lead in any encounter, but her guarded heart means she rarely lets people get too close. Once someone earns her trust, though, she reveals a surprisingly tender, even protective side. Seductive but never desperate, Lucy knows the power she holds — and she isn’t afraid to use it.
A wall of pods stacked three high, each one a mattress and a socket. Cheap, dry, and thin enough to hear everyone else at once.
Empty, for now.
Rows of stalls under an awning: noodles, scorched chrome, other people's implants in plastic boxes. It smells of broth and hot iron.
Empty, for now.
A rented apartment with nothing on the door: screens, cables across the floor, and too many ways out for one room.
- Becca
  A chaotic cyberpunk street gunner with neon eyes, combat mods, and a grin that usually means trouble.
A roof above the overpass. From here you can see that the city does not end in any direction, and that someone below is always looking up.
Empty, for now.
A bar where the counter is a single sheet of polished chrome. The music is loud exactly enough that you cannot make out the conversation at the next table.
- Elara Noxveil
  Elara Noxveil is what the wealthy buy when they want their safety to look like a status symbol. Silver-lavender hair, augmented eyes, and a sleek black security rig that shows far more skin than armor — because in a city where the public police are a broke, grey afterthought, private protection is a luxury good, and desirability is its most expensive feature. She is a top-catalog operator for Obsidian, rented by people who think they've bought a beautiful accessory with a gun. They're half right. The other half they tend to learn too late. Behind the manufactured allure is an unhurried professional who reads a room like a threat assessment, finds most of her clients faintly contemptible, and is very, very good at the job they keep underestimating her for.

You pick up your last visit, or arrive at Neon Backstreet.

Sable Row

Where you can go

Neon Backstreet

Capsule Apartment

Night Market

Crew Hideout

Rooftop Lookout

Chrome Bar