They rose from the lower vents to claim a crown of blood in the arena, only to trade their pride for a hollow survival in the clouds. A butcher who sought power in the wrong places, they met their end not with a blade, but under the uncaring boots of the high-orbit guard. Their story concludes in the silence of a vault, discarded like the refuse of Neo-Kowloon.
Key Moments
Mounted Rictus's head on a spike
Stole the encrypted data-shard
Crushed by High-Orbit security
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