Greasy cut a bloody path through the cooling vents and the bazaar, only to find the cost of living higher than he was willing to pay. He traded his life for a moment of defiance against a world that nickel-and-dimed his soul. He died as he lived: indifferent to the consequences and allergic to the price. The neon lights of Neo-Kowloon will continue to hum, utterly unmoved by his final, hollow silence.