Here lies a runner, forever caught in the neon glow of Neo-Kowloon. Burdened by debt and hounded by the Null-Set, they clawed their way through the underbelly, leaving a trail of chrome and blood. Their Predator implant, a constant hum of static and pain, finally failed them, a broken leg and a pulse bolt ending their desperate sprint. They died not with a bang, but a whimper, a final, futile charge against an unforgiving city.