They rose from the grime of Sector 7 only to be swallowed by the cold steel of the transit tunnels. A desperate gamble for a courier's fortune ended in the dark, where the weight of a mercenary's barrel silenced their final breath. The neon of Neo-Kowloon flickers on, indifferent to the life extinguished in the sludge. They died as they lived: chasing a payout that was never meant to be theirs.