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Rebecca immediately sensed that something was wrong with David. Her expression tightened into a mask of grim concern as she questioned him.

”What is with you today, David?”

”Nothing,” David replied, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, refusing to meet the young girl’s gaze.

”I’m only ever looking at you, you know that. David, tell me what happened,” Rebecca persisted, clutching her firearm as she hurried to keep pace with him.

”It has nothing to do with you.”

”I put my life in your hands every day! How can you say it has nothing to do with me?”

”I’m sorry.”

”David, listen to me. Stop installing more gear,” Rebecca said, her small frame radiating a fierce protective aura. She raised a tiny, determined fist and managed a fragile smile. ”I’ll protect you. You don’t need more chrome.”

Rangiku, watching from her room, felt a sudden warmth blossom in her chest. ’Rebecca... she’s actually an angel. Too precious for this world.’

”You? Protect me?” David asked, a soft, weary smile playing on his lips.

”I’m serious.”

”Do you remember that Cyberpsycho? The one who killed my brother?” Rebecca’s voice dropped, becoming heavy with dread. ”I can’t... I won’t watch you turn into that.”

’Hey, stop setting death flags!’ Rangiku screamed internally. ’You’re making me incredibly anxious right now.’

The question remained…

Was David just suffering from combat fatigue, or was he truly manifesting the symptoms?

As if answering Rangiku’s thoughts, the narrative dove into David’s mind. It revisited the scene from the start of the episode, his infiltration of the facility.

In his memory, after he executed the manager with a clean headshot, the world began to warp. The manager’s headless torso sprouted massive cannons and let out a distorted, maniacal laugh. In a panic, David spun around and saw the woman who had only wanted to go home early to celebrate her son’s graduation.

In David’s fractured vision, her face rotted away into a mass of pulsating, necrotic flesh, a literal monster. Without a second thought, he leveled his gun and blew her head apart.

But it was all a lie. It was a hallucination.

When the red haze cleared, he realized he had slaughtered an innocent mother who was just trying to finish her shift and see her child. He stared at the photograph on her desk, a warm, happy image of the woman and her son.

It was a mirror image of his own mother, Gloria, the woman who had worked herself to the bone to put him through Arasaka Academy, hoping he would climb the tower, only to be caught in the crossfire of a gang war.

If Gloria was a victim of Night City’s systemic evil, then what was David now? This woman had a child waiting for her. She was fighting for her family’s future, just as Gloria had. Because of a glitch in David’s brain, a family’s happiness had been extinguished in a spray of gore.

Intentions were irrelevant.

Accidents were irrelevant.

Gloria died because of Night City’s violence. Now, David was Night City’s violence.

That night, the crushing weight of his actions kept David from sleep. The psychological pressure manifested physically; his nose began to bleed until he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Rangiku felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

’Who is actually the ’good guy’ in this story?’

David kills corporate vampires and blood-stained gang members, but does that make him a hero? Is there even such a thing as justice in the neon shadows of Night City? David was lost, and Rangiku found herself drowning in empathy for his descent.

”It seems the side effects have finally caught up with you. You’ve held out longer than most, but this is the ceiling,” the ripperdoc noted, his eyes scanning David’s vitals with interest.

”You’re standing on the edge of Cyberpsychosis,” the doc added with a twisted, knowing smirk.

”Then give me something stronger! A higher grade of immunosuppressants! Now!” David roared, his hands trembling.

The world flickered again. The doctor transformed into a multi-eyed aberration, his voice a chorus of overlapping whispers.

”Are you already gone, boy? There is no cure for this state!” the monster cackled.

David’s reality turned into a nightmare of distorted shapes and colors.

”David!”

Just as he was about to snap and kill the man in front of him, Lucy’s voice cut through his mind, anchoring him back to the physical world. He released his grip on the doctor’s throat.

The ripperdoc coughed violently, gasping for air, before preparing a final prescription.

”I’m sorry,” David muttered.

”Don’t be. Once you start taking those, there’s no coming back,” the doctor said, his voice devoid of pity. ”Go on then. Go become a legend of Night City, or whatever it is you ’punks’ do.”

For the first time, the animation showed the audience exactly how a Cyberpsycho perceives the world: a twisted, grotesque landscape where every living thing is a monster and the only thing you can trust is the gun in your hand.

The fan groups were in a state of shock.

”No wonder they go crazy. If I saw that every time I blinked, I’d lose it in an hour.”

”The visual direction for the hallucinations was terrifying. It felt like I was watching a high-budget horror movie.”

”That scene with the mother’s photo actually made me feel sick. The way the meat was crawling on her face in his vision... I can’t blame him for shooting, but the reality is so depressing.”

”The cycle is complete. David’s mom was killed by violence, and now David is the source of that violence. Haruto is a master in this. He makes you feel the weight of every choice.”

”Is David going to kill Lucy? Please tell me no.”

”With that Haruto Bastard writing this? It’s a very real possibility. He loves making us suffer.”

”I don’t think he’ll kill Lucy. She’s too popular. But Rebecca? She’s the perfect sacrifice character.”

”If he touches Rebecca, I am officially becoming his number one anti-fan. I’ll dedicate my life to trashing his work.”

The episode concluded with a high-stakes cliffhanger.

Lucy, while attempting to hunt down the corporate netrunners who were tracking David’s identity, fell into a trap. She was ambushed and captured.

The architect of this betrayal was Faraday, the fixer the crew had served, working in tandem with Kiwi, the crew’s own netrunner.

Episode 8: END.

The moment the credits rolled, Rangiku felt a wave of frustration. She wanted more.

She needed to know what happened next, but the screen remained stubbornly black. She let out a long, weary sigh.

The fan groups were, as expected, in a state of total combustion.

”That’s it? That’s the end of the episode?”

”They couldn’t give us two more minutes?”

”Faraday is a dead man. I don’t care how powerful his backers are, David is going to turn him into scrap metal.”

”Kiwi, you absolute snake! How could she betray her own crew?!”

”In Night City, everyone has a price. Faraday promised her a ticket into Arasaka. To a street rat, that’s like being offered a seat in heaven. Loyalty doesn’t stand a chance against that.”

”Is there not a single person in this show with an ounce of honor? It’s just betrayal after betrayal.”

”This is leading to an all-out war with Arasaka. David is going to lose his mind, isn’t he? He’s going to go full Cyberpsycho to get her back.”

”If Lucy is the prize, David won’t hesitate. He’s going to burn the city down.”

The ending of episode eight had pushed the tension to its absolute peak. The thematic weight of the episode had given the fans plenty to chew on. The show had entered a state of permanent ”gloom” since Maine’s death in episode six.

There was no more fun, no more lighthearted banter. The characters were vivid, the stakes were personal, and the tragedy felt inevitable.

Lucy was a prisoner. David was a ticking time bomb.

The stage was set for a finale that promised to be legendary.

The following morning, the official ratings were released by Tokyo TV1.

5.13%

Even though market analysts had predicted a strong performance, the actual number sent a shockwave through the industry. In the last decade, only six animated series had managed to break the 5% barrier for a single episode. Haruto had just become the only screenwriter in ten years to have two separate series achieve this feat.

After Madoka Magica, many had dismissed Haruto as a ”one-hit wonder”, a creator who got lucky. They assumed that without that specific lightning-in-a-bottle moment, he would eventually fade back into the pack. Cyberpunk: Edgerunners shattered that illusion. It proved that his success wasn’t a fluke. He had the ability to produce hits on demand.

From that day forward, the industry’s perception of Haruto and Haru-Yuki Animation underwent a fundamental shift. To the elites and the veterans, Haru-Yuki was no longer a ”small studio” to be ignored. It was a studio anchored by the most gifted creator of the generation.

In the world of animation, a studio’s rise can be remarkably swift.

The ”Big Three” had earned their status through a handful of massive successes decades ago. Now, a new contender had emerged, and the market was already beginning to vote with its feet. By the afternoon following the ratings announcement, several legendary figures in the animation world, men and women Haru-Yuki had been trying to headhunt for months, suddenly changed their stance. They began calling the studio, expressing a sudden and intense desire to join the team.

This was the true victory.

Profit is important, but the ability to attract elite talent and build industry-wide confidence is the foundation of an empire. Breaking 5% had effectively dismantled the invincibility of the Big Three.

In the hearts of the creators, Haru-Yuki Animation was the future.