They sprinted through the neon veins of Neo-Kowloon, clutching secrets that burned brighter than the city itself. Stripped of armor and hope in a rain-slicked alley, they fought for a future that had already been erased. A final, desperate reach for a ghost of a weapon met only the cold indifference of corporate steel. The Stacks claimed another soul, leaving behind nothing but the fading hum of a city that never cared.