My life as a mercenary was not good but at least it kept me entertained on the battlefields of the world, no matter where I was.

The promise of money called to me like a moth so my life was simple since when I wasn't on missions I watched anime, movies or enjoyed games and reading; if I wasn't doing one of those things I spent my time in brothels.

With such a nomadic life and no family, I was always reckless on missions so after being mortally wounded in a trench I decided to go big while strapping dynamite to my body and throwing myself into an enemy tank.

What I didn't expect was that I died but then revived although in an alley surrounded by buildings similar to favelas but more modern, moving a black garbage bag I looked around only to see a desolate place.

"This looks pretty good for hell or absolute nothingness..."

The young man interrupted his words when he saw his reflection in a piece of glass in the place, with quite a bit of disbelief he took it and looked at the reflection of him only to sigh, since he recognized the mohican next to the face that appeared in the mirror.

"So I'm David Martinez, the protagonist of Cyberpunk Edgerunners, Fuck..."

Getting up from the garbage bags he looked around as he had no idea where he was or what time period he was in since for some reason he didn't have David's memories.

Which was a real problem in a city that seemed to be a combination of danger between Kabul and Tamaulipas, two places in which he had participated as a mercenary and where people disappeared or died daily.

Fortunately for him, he knew how to survive in hostile environments, the bad thing was that he did not know if Gloria, David's mother, would look for him.

The only solution David could think of was to get some Eurodollars and visit RipperDoc Victor Vektor, he was the only one who could help him learn how to use the neural implant to communicate.

After leaving the alley he realized that he was in the worst area to be in Night City.

He wasn't in any of the damn habitable districts of the city, for some fucking reason David was in hot Dog Town, the danger level increased to any city in the middle of a war.

"What the fuck were you doing David to be in this fucking place..."

His words were interrupted when he looked at a drug addict who was approaching where he was so he sighed before picking up the piece of glass at his feet.

It was much better to fight with a piece of glass, so when the drug addict looked at him he didn't hesitate to see him with a smile. "Old man, do you want something or why don't you go to hell."

The man frowned and as he was about to draw his gun, David used the piece of glass to cut his throat, a huge gash on his neck causing him to lose his strength as he fell to the ground holding his throat in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from bleeding out.

With blood staining the floor David bent down and grabbed the man's old Liberty along with some bullets and 235 Eurodollars.

"Better than nothing, but now what the hell am I supposed to do, in this place danger is around every corner and there are no trustworthy people.

Not to mention I have no fucking idea what year it is."

David looked at the man's corpse on the ground before scratching his head and deciding that the best place for him to go was V's shelter on Kress Street.

Because it was somewhere in Longshore Stacks because of the style of buildings I just had to turn out onto a main street and follow it to get to the damn building.

So he walked for a few minutes avoiding direct contact with anyone, until he reached the main street from where he continued advancing until he saw the red lettered building that he remembered in the game.

Calmly he entered the building, ignoring the drug addicts, and made his way to the elevator where he stood for a few moments before turning to the green Holobites machine next to him and purchasing some Pie.

Taking the purple bags he got on the elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor. As he went up he took out his Liberty and prepared for anything he might find.

He knew there could be danger or he would just find the place empty, it was a gamble but he was willing to take it, the other option was to bother a certain FIA sleeper agent.

But it was a risky move that he didn't want to make especially because Alena was a damn high-level assassin with who knows attachments on her body, while he didn't even know how the hell to access his neural network to do a Holocall.

In many stories that he had read, the protagonists knew what to do or how to do things because of the memories of his body, but in his case there were only his own memories, nothing of David.

Upon reaching the 8th floor, the elevator doors opened and he stepped out with the gun in his hand as he moved down the hallway.

When he reached the metal door which he kicked open only to find a shelter that seemed abandoned so he sighed as he entered the place and checked the entire place.

After a thorough check he took out the drone's battery on the small table near the entrance and changed it as he remembered in the game to power the generator.

With a rather annoying noise the generator turned on the lights so David could relax while he sat on one of the old beds in the place.

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