The dead are not the only ghosts in Night City.
This mod continues my Small Immersive Encounters series with four new ambient story moments scattered throughout the city. There are no quest markers and no prompts—just quiet discoveries that expand the world and reward exploration.
You might come across a revered false idol who just wants out of the life she never chose, a rookie netrunner picked up by a corpo who sees nothing but opportunity, or a runaway hitchhiker trying to survive one more night. Each encounter is designed to feel like a natural part of the world, adding depth, emotion, and atmosphere.
Let the city speak. You just have to be there to listen.
Near Rancho Coronado, on the edge of the Badlands, flickering candles line the steel bars, and offerings of devotion. At the centre, a woman sits in a cage built from scavenged metal and tech, barely big enough for her to stand. Her name used to trend. A net-famous spiritualist who promised peace through digital cleansing, she gathered followers with soft voices and soft filters. She preached freedom from flesh, ego, and debt.
Then they came for her.
Now she weeps day and night. Her voice raw from begging, but they say it is part of the ritual. That their idol is purifying in pain. Worshippers come and go, whispering prayers and sliding money through the cage bars. Some cry. Some smile.
Out on the edge of the Jackson Plains, where the winds hum through broken fences and sun-bleached trash, a lone figure stands by the roadside. A young woman with a dusty rucksack packed tight—water, food, meds, a sleeping bag rolled with care. The kind of pack someone builds when they think they're ready for anything.
She waits for a ride that may never come, thumbing through a badly folded map and staring toward the city skyline in the distance. Night City. That’s where she’s going. That’s where it all starts. Or so she thinks. She doesn’t know about the scav gangs that ride the backroads like wolves. She doesn’t know that city folk will see her as meat, or worse, as a mark. She doesn’t know that sometimes the best thing you can do is stay in NorCal—even if it’s boring. Even if it’s hard.
And somewhere, out there on the cracked road, a car is coming.
In a storm drain beneath Northside, a corpo woman lies slumped down on the concrete. Her nails are torn, her face is swollen, and her right eye socket is hollow where a shard of chrome used to be. The rats don’t even go near her.
Her laptop is gone. But the blood-streaked handprint on the floor says she didn’t give it up easy.
She thought she could outplay them. Thought the Maelstrom were just another gang that needed a little corporate grease. She brought them intel—sensitive, valuable, maybe even explosive. A sale. A deal.
Dum Dum had other plans. He didn’t care for negotiations. He didn’t need permission. He took what he wanted. And when she stopped screaming, he just laughed and left her to rot.
No one will come looking for her. Not in this part of town. And if they do, they’ll find nothing but silence, filth, and a whisper of what used to be valuable.
Tucked in the shadows in a Kabuki construction alley, a young man lies motionless. Eyes glazed. BD wreath fused tight to his scalp. His body’s here, but his mind—long gone.
He was a rookie netrunner. Bright, curious, desperate. He found a way to bypass safeguards and jacked himself straight into the raw Net through a modified braindance wreath. No tether. No anchor. Just freefall into data. He made it in. But he didn’t know what to do next.
Now, all he can do is lie there, muttering fragments of code and half-formed thoughts. The digital world is endless, beautiful, and utterly overwhelming. And he's stuck—like a dream he can't wake up from. A corpo woman visits him sometimes. Well-dressed. Cold smile. She crouches beside him, strokes his hair, and speaks to him like a child. She says she wants to “help.” She says she has “plans.” She’s already called in the techs. Not to save him. But to harvest what he touched. The Net remembers where he’s been, and that kind of access that he was trying to get at? That’s worth a fortune, and she'd be the one to cash it in.
This is designed to be seamless in your game but if you want locations look here:
False Idol: Edge of Badlands near Rancho Coranado. Use the buildings in the photo for ref.
Hitch Hiker: Jackson Plains on the main road.
Dead Corpo: Northside Sewer System. Near the end towards the big puddle at the end.
Rookie Netunner: Main road of Kabuki. Near a construction site with construction workers. Right at the end of the main road.
Archive XL needs to be installed.
All assets used are from the vanilla game with some assets potentially being from Phantom Liberty. The DLC is recommended to be installed.
Compatibility: Should be compatible with most mods and wont need any prop requirements as this mod used World Builder.
Installation: Drop the archive file into your game directory or use mod manager.
Instructions
Drop archive into your game directory or use mod manager.
Requirements
Ghosts of Night City Pt 2 - Small Immersive Encounters
Drop archive into your game directory or use mod manager.
