From nobodies to legends. From the streets to the history books. Night City doesn't care who you are. It doesn't care how hard you've fought, how much blood you've spilled, or how many people you've buried. The corps own the skyline, the gangs own the streets, and everyone else is just trying to survive until tomorrow. There's always another job, another fixer with a bad deal, another body in an alley that nobody's going to miss. And then there's you. You're not legends. You're not revolutionaries. You're not the people whose names get whispered in corporate boardrooms or painted across the walls of the Combat Zone. You're just a crew trying to make a name for yourselves in a city that chews up nobodies and spits them out. But every legend starts somewhere. One job becomes two. A favor becomes a debt. A small-time score puts you on the radar of people you were never meant to meet, and suddenly, the stakes are bigger than a few eddies and a place to sleep. You'll make friends, make enemies, build a reputation, and discover that in Night City, the difference between a nobody and a somebody is often just one very bad decision. The city will test you. The corps will try to buy you. The streets will try to bury you. And sooner or later, you'll have to decide what you're willing to sacrifice to get everything you've ever wanted. Because this city has room for legends. It just doesn't have room for everyone who tries to become one. So grab your iron, call your fixer, and get to work. You're going to make history. The only question is what it'll cost you.