Afa, who walked the neon-drenched alleys of Neo-Kowloon, sought to silence the Chrome-Heads for a friendly debt. They faced down chrome-jawed guards and vibro-knife wielders, their katana and pistol singing a bloody tune. But a buckled leg and a missed shot left them vulnerable. In the end, a roar of an auto-shotgun and a searing pain brought Afa's message to an abrupt, final silence.