They navigated the neon veins of Neo-Kowloon, from the quiet warmth of Mama Sato’s noodles to the humming servers of Echo Station. A blade-wielder of fleeting promise, they stood their ground against the Fangs until their strength finally bled into the cold maintenance grating. They never got to share that last meal, left behind in the steam and static of a city that never remembers its own.