Do you crave chrome so black it reflects your oily soul? Black like the night? Night like the market of your desires? Chrome is the style in the substance. It’s not what you can do. It’s how you do it. How chrome are you, choomba?
When you’re bleeding on The Edge, you’ve got the accoutrements. All the accessories. You don’t need them but you’ve got them. Just to make a statement. Because you’re chrome. Black Chrome is what any good Edgerunner aspires to. Nothing shines like it used to, and this Night Market is invitation only.