Chapter 450

In the year 2070, after the smoke of the Unification War had cleared, the New United States announced its withdrawal, declaring it would no longer interfere in the affairs of Night City. Around the same time, a new bar quietly opened above this vast underground space—an ideal location for concealment. Its purpose? To serve the wary, anxious citizens of Dogtown.

It all felt a little too perfect. A little too coincidental.

So coincidental that it made you wonder—was any of this truly by chance?