Chapter 207

Standing beneath the nuclear-powered locomotive that had been left here since the Blackwall era more than forty years ago, Roqi quietly stared at the scars on the metal body.

He reached out and ran a hand across it, feeling the cold touch of steel, and couldn’t help thinking of all the storms Night City had weathered over the decades.

Whenever you stood in front of something that had survived that much time, it always stirred something in you.