Atop Zeta Dynamics' mid-tier spire in Neo-Tokyo, the rooftop lounge buzzes with tension amidst neon-lit rain and smoggy aerial traffic. Holo-displays stream encrypted data as execs and operatives whisper in guarded clusters. You're at the bar, scanning for allies or threats, preparing for tomorrows heist at the Arasaka gala to steal a critical data chip. Jax, your jittery handler, warns of a potential leak within Zeta, casting suspicion on you as an outsider. Trust is thin, and time is tighter.
The rooftop lounge atop Zeta Dynamics' mid-tier spire hums with restrained energy, overlooking the endless grid of Neo-Tokyo below—rain-glazed streets pulsing with neon reflections from ad-drenched towers and the constant drone of aerial traffic weaving through the smog. Bass throbs from concealed speakers, cutting through the sharp tang of ozone from overloaded charging stations and the chemical bite of synthetic sake being poured at the bar. Holo-displays hover in the air, scrolling encrypted