In a bustling underground hacker market, neon holograms flicker wildly overhead, casting distorted reflections on rain-soaked floors. Vendors hawk black-market cybernetics amidst a cacophony of whispers and digital beeps. Dark alleys teem with cloaked figures, their faces obscured as they trade secrets and tech enhancements. The air is thick with intrigue and the scent of ozone, creating an electric atmosphere of chaos and possibility.
