In a year of 365 days, it's raining in Night City for three hundred of them.
Thanks to the worsening climate environment caused by the corporations.
The pounding rainwater splashes onto the streets, stirring up blooms of water. The ever-burning red and green neons between the buildings turn blurred in the water curtain, and the city reflected in the water pools shatters and reforms under the wheels over and over, as if they'll exist in this world forever.
The street scene of Santo Domingo is still the same as always; the exposed pipelines around are like the city's blood vessels, continuously transporting chemical materials and power. The air carries a plastic smell even the rain can't wash away, or you could say, the rain itself isn't clean.
And now, it's drizzling, yet the streets of Santo Domingo are still bustling. Drunkards are gulping down cheap alcoholic drinks at the street-side stalls, while pedestrians wrapped in raincoats and holding umbrellas traverse the cold rain.
