Welcome to Manhattan Chummer.
It’s been years since the Earthquake. Corporations have bought this city, not figuratively but literally. The two hellholes left on the island (one rising, one falling) offset an artificial glassy facade that the corps pay to maintain.
It’s just another day on the streets, acid snow piles in ugly rust-brown drifts along the GridLink-ed roads. The suits don’t go out in weather like this, but you do. You’re crazy enough to be scaling a monowire topped fence around a Shiawase Corp. R&D building. It pays the bills, neh?