They sought vengeance in the rust-choked veins of Neo-Kowloon, trading blood for credits until the ledger finally ran dry. A ghost of cold steel and desperate gambles, they fell beneath the weight of an intercepted shipment they never lived to claim. The tunnels claimed their final breath, silencing the blade that had carved a path through the Iron Lotus. Their story ended not with a victory, but with the cold, unyielding silence of the lower junction.