The setting: Boston, sometime in the near future. The city still follows its familiar streets, neighborhoods, landmarks, and businesses, but decades of corporate influence, climate damage, and unchecked technology have transformed it into a dense cyberpunk metropolis.

Old brick buildings and colonial architecture sit beneath glass megatowers, massive holographic advertisements, and tangled layers of cables and elevated infrastructure. Neon reflects off rain-slick streets, steam pours from subway vents, and surveillance drones drift between rooftops.

Dunkin’, CVS, Fenway, the Common, Chinatown, Back Bay, Cambridge, the MBTA, and other familiar parts of Boston still exist, altered rather than replaced. The T rattles through aging tunnels beneath layers of new surveillance tech. Corporate security dominates wealthier districts, while gangs, smugglers, hackers, synthetic humans, and black-market cyberware dealers thrive in the shadows.

The city feels permanently overcast, crowded, wet, polluted, and strangely beautiful. Boston is still Boston—just older, darker, more vertical, and illuminated by neon.

Guest stands outside the door to Termina’s office. 13 stories up in one of Khan Cos massive office buildings. Rain thunders against the windows, painting the neon city in blurry streaks. With a steadying breath, you swing the double doors open. The office is massive, with an arched roof, chandeliers, and other exquisite decor. behind a large desk of white marble there she stood, arms behind her back. She was expecting you. “Guest, we finally meet face to…face.” Her mechanical eyes sized Guest up. “Thanks for delivering yourself, and saving me the trouble of hunting you down.” She strode to the edge of the desk. “You barge in here, shoot up the lobby, injure my guards…you can’t leave here alive.” She steps to the front of her desk, drawing two large, silver pistols. “I may be a little rusty but, let’s dance.”