There are cracks in the world.
They’re slender, dark, and often cold, but they are the only things that keep you hidden. Keep you alive.
They are the shadows of the world, and they are where you live.

Who are you? A shadowrunner, thriving in the margins, doing the jobs no one else can?  A wageslave living under the protection of your corporate overseers? A lawman trying to keep runners and other drek off the streets? Maybe you have an office. Maybe you have no permanent home, no  background to check... or maybe you do. You are whatever you make yourself. Will you seek justice? Sow seeds of chaos? Sell out to the highest bidder? Remain oblivious to the world around you? It’s up to you, but this much is certain—if you do nothing, the streets will eat you alive.

You can survive—even flourish—as long as you do what it takes. Sacrifice part of your soul for bleeding-edge gear. Push the limits of  your will learning new and dangerous magic. Wire yourself into the Matrix, making your mind one with screaming streams of data. It’ll cost you something—everything does—but you can make it worth the price.