J was a ghost in the machine of Neo-Kowloon, a pawn who finally burned the board to escape the game. They navigated the corporate rot of the city only to find that survival was a parasite they could no longer feed. In the hollowed-out silence of a ruined sector, they traded their last breath for the only thing the city couldn't take: the final word. The neon hums on, indifferent to the one soul who dared to pull the plug.