I'm Not a Cyberpsychopath

When the Public Safety System calls for monsters to strike under cover of night—werewolves, vampires, corporate death squads, hyperspace demons—only one survivor remains by dawn. Li Pan insists he's not a cyberpsycho; his neural awareness is just abnormally high. But in a city where cybernetic augmentation blurs the line between human and monster, and every night becomes a blood-soaked game of Mafia, survival means embracing the madness everyone fears. The system announces peace. The bodies say otherwise.