They sought refuge in the hollowed bones of Old Kowloon, hoping to outrun the neon ghosts of a city that never forgets. Beneath the weight of a stolen secret and a hail of suppressed fire, the chase finally reached its silent, terminal end. Twitch fell to the rot of the floorboards, and with him, the last light in the void flickered out. Here lies a runner who traded their breath for a truth the grid was never meant to hold.