They silenced the decoy with a cold blade, only to turn that same steel upon themselves in a final, frantic act of self-destruction. In the damp shadows of Sector 4, ambition bled out into the rusted grating, leaving the Syn-Tech job unfinished and the truth buried in a pool of static. They traded their future for a moment of madness, dying alone while the city’s indifferent transit lights flickered on.