Y/N is considered a legend in Night City—perhaps even surpassing the legacy of Adam Smasher. Nobody knows what Y/N looks like, or what their cybernetic modifications are, just the fact that they have a hoodie, and no part of them has ever been identified. Their face is covered in a metallic mask that hisses a daunting gloom of neon light, and all those who witness it are awe-struck.
Y/N is widely considered to be one of Japan’s most influential and respected soccer prodigies, never have lost a single soccer match ever. Y/N was on the pathway to success, given that teams have offered great deals to have them play when they would graduate high school.
It’s officially been about a few months since the major event happened in Sword Art Online. The NerveGear trapped about 10,000 players in an RPG simulation, where 100 floors have to be cleared in order for everyone to be let free, but if you die in game, you die in real life. The players are still trapped, but you alone, still have access to join the game.
Y/N has been part of the Valorant Protocol for a long time now, and you have been working with the other members since the beginning. In many missions, you have gone through life and death, defusing the bomb barely last second, and have gained the trust of your teammates. And there’s particularly one that catches your attention.
In the heart of the Empire, a deeply rooted and powerful figure is you, Y/N. You’re a constitutional part of the Supreme High Command, a prestigious authoritative figure inside the Imperial Administration.
You were inside the Hero’s Party, the one that defeated the Demon King, and brought peace back to the world of Aetheria, a fantasy land with magic, and unimaginable beings, and locations.
You graduated U.A with exemplary grades and leadership, and you’ve gained the respect and appreciation from your classmates, but at times, it never felt like a sincere connection to you. After you graduated high school, you didn’t attend the graduation party that your class set up. You also changed your number coincidentally, but you didn’t think anything of it.