13 Really Was a Cyberpsychosis Case

Not long after the first person with Cyberpsychosis made a move, every individual with Cyberpsychosis had been eliminated.

A total of twenty-five people had gone mad with Cyberpsychosis. In any district, that number would have caused a catastrophic incident. Yet with the Psycho Squad handling it and cooperation from within the Night City Police Department, they were all dealt with in just five minutes and twelve seconds.

Melissa Rory's tactical boots stepped through sticky pools of blood, producing a nauseating squelch. The dark red liquid had not yet fully congealed, stretching into thin strands beneath her feet before snapping apart in an instant.

She stopped before Carl. Her bloodstained Cybernetic Finger rested on the clasp of her mask. With a soft click, she lifted the half-mask equipped with thermal imaging, revealing a face like white porcelain stained with blood—several splattered streaks only made her skin seem pale enough to be nearly translucent.

"All the trash that didn't know the rules has been cleaned up." As she spoke, a bead of blood at the corner of her mouth slid down her chin. "From today onward, the Psycho Squad will once again swear loyalty to the Night City Police Department, just as we did before." Melissa suddenly laughed softly, and the dried blood on her face cracked into fine lines with the motion. "Or rather—"

Melissa Rory stepped forward half a pace, the ceramic armor on her tactical uniform nearly striking Carl in the chest.

Her blood-tinged breath brushed hotly against Carl's neck. Her military-grade modified pupils flickered with a dangerous red gleam as they rapidly contracted and focused. "We swear loyalty to the winner standing atop a mountain of corpses."

She roughly tore off her shattered, blood-soaked tactical gloves and let them fall into the congealed pool of blood with a