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Maxed attributes. Zero eddies. Zero chrome. Zero pants.
    Vito transmigrates into Night City with the perfect body and absolutely nothing else — no clothes, no credits, no cyberware, no plan. He finds his reflection in a puddle of Night City sewage and takes stock of the situation.
    It could be worse. Probably.
    "Johnny Silverhand — are you in my head? Lend me some eddies for pants!"
    Night City's finest respond to reports of a raving naked man with an inexplicable physique. The NCPD shows up. The block does not survive the encounter. Nobody seems to notice. Vito notices.
    "Cyber-lunatic? I flattened an entire block and nobody even noticed?"
    Night City has seen corpo assassins, rogue AIs, and a rock legend haunting people's nervous systems. It has never seen anything quite like this. It is not ready.